Lauren
The master bedroom was silent except for the crackling fireplace in the corner, its warm glow casting flickering shadows against the walls. Outside, the wind howled against the glass, a storm rolling over the peaks in the distance. Inside, the storm was brewing between me and Alexander.
“I'm taking the couch,” I said firmly, tossing my bag from the bed to the plush cushions. “And I’m not your Luna.”
Alexander leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Like hell you are. I don’t remember you being so pouty.”
I turned to face him, narrowing my eyes. “Oh, I didn’t realize you suddenly cared about sleeping arrangements. Pretty sure you could pass out on a pile of bricks and call it a night. Why not try a bed?”
He smirked, stepping closer, the sc
