Light filters through the curtains.

I blink awake. My body aches—everywhere.

Alexander sits at the desk across the room, laptop open, completely dressed in a crisp suit.

His fingers fly across the keyboard. His posture is perfect. Focused.

'He's been up for hours.'

I shift under the sheets and wince.

Bruises bloom across my thighs. Bite marks dot my collarbone. Hickeys shadow my neck.

'Last night was—'

Heat floods my face.

'We were ...