Sophia’s POV

I can only hope no one is looking for us outside this room with a portrait of Jesus.

‘Forgive us for trespassing.’ That’s all I can think of as I glance at the picture, while still in Alexander’s strong and warm embrace.

But what just happened? And why was he apologizing like that? As if he wronged me.

He’s still now, no longer trembling and breathing rapidly. He gently strokes my hair with one hand, and the other keeps me pressed against his chest.

My lips fold, eyes ...