Anna's POV:

I stare at the ceiling. Moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, painting silver stripes across the darkness.

Alexander's breathing is steady beside me. Deep. Even. Asleep.

I haven't slept at all.

'On the yacht, I thought we understood each other. Thought we'd gotten closer.'

My chest aches. That moment when I told him I loved him—when the ocean stretched endless around us and his eyes held nothing but want—it felt real. It felt like he ...