I didn’t bother changing as I left Lily’s room. Just my tank top and loose pajama shorts. My body was buzzing. My skin too hot. My breath uneven.
I padded into the kitchen quietly, hoping for water. What I got was Alec—standing at the sink, back to me, a glass in hand.
He didn’t turn when I entered, but I could feel his awareness—like his body sensed mine the second I walked into the room.
“I wasn’t expecting you to still be up,” I murmured, stepping toward the fridge.
“You never sleep early,” he said simply.
I opened the fridge door just for something to do. “Are you watching me now?”
He turned. “Always.”
I shut the fridge, pulse quickening. “You don’t even try to hide it.”
“I stopped trying,” he said, taking a slow sip of water. “Because I know you’re doing the same.”
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