Alexander’s POV

Her lashes flutter as she blinks.

“My Alexan…” And her head falls back on the seat, hand slapping against my thigh.

“Get. Up…” I croak through gritted teeth.

But she simply shifts closer, using my right thigh as her pillow. “My Alexander…”

The dopamine comes to an instant crash, leaving my heart pounding heavily. And the noise in my head quiets. I start to crack all over again, hands trembling beyond my control.

I stretch a hand to her, toward her arm, ready ...