Alexander’s POV

A hand grips my wrist.

“Don’t leave me,” Sophia’s broken voice hits me, and I halt in my tracks, still trembling. The noise in my head settles to something almost muted. My heart still kicks erratically. But slowly, I turn around.

“Alexander, don’t leave me,” she chokes, beautiful, reddened from smeared red lipstick, pleasure, and the tears already brewing in her eyes. She clutches the white sheet to her chest. Her hair is in disarray and sticking out everywhere, ...