Sophia’s POV

I’ve barely arranged myself when Alexander gets to my bed. He sets some things aside quickly—I hear the rustling of plastic bags—and climbs onto the platform, dropping onto my bed with his knees.

My lips part as I breathe through my mouth. I try to rise, but I’m too torpid; he beats me to it, crawls closer, and leans over, stopping me while my elbows hold up my weight. My chest swells when he brings his face only a breath from mine. His heat cocoons me instantly. I catch ...