Anna's POV:

Morning light. The main bedroom ceiling. A body that is warm and has been sleeping in a position it doesn't usually sleep in.

I blink and let the room assemble itself. The familiar view. The curtains. The nightstand.

Somehow I'm in the main bed. The last thing I remember clearly is the mat, the window, the stars.

'He carried you,' Nicole says, already awake.

I turn my head. Alexander is on his side facing me, ...