Sophia’s POV

We scramble for our clothes on the bed, covering up as quickly as possible. Alexander is unbelievably fast and has worn his sweater before I even put a hand through the sleeve of my pajama shirt. He jumps off the bed, packing his things.

Kneeling on the bed, I adjust my glasses with a knuckle and slowly button up my shirt. My lips twitch as I fight laughter; I press them together, working my head for what to tell Layla about the bathroom. I know she’s going to ask.

My husband ...