Scarlett
“Scarlett.”
“Alex.”
I heard him sigh and I knew he’d be running his fingers through his dark hair at this point, but I didn’t look at him as I tried to read the same sentence I had been reading since he entered the library. God, I was a goner. “I asked if you had dinner.” He had been missing for a better part of yesterday and today, but he didn't forget to ask me the same question every night.
“I did.” I replied. I was still upset about our argument on pregnancy and marriage. But day by day my anger was disappearing because he had been nothing but sweet to me. There was no finding the ice block that was Alex Carter I had met when he had come into my life. Cruel and cold, he was not. Now, he was warm and mushy and everything that had me wanting to confess to him that how much I
