Alexander’s POV

Her lips press on my right cheek, unrelenting and inching closer to my lips, “Alexander…” She mutters, warm cocktail breath brushing my face.

My chest pounds against hers. My grip on her thighs tightens.

“Please,” she pleads softly, turning my face to where she needs my lips. “I want…”

Her lips brush mine again.

But I’m faster; I drop my head and turn it the other way, releasing a deep breath.

I lean forward and bend, carefully setting her down on the ...