Finally, I snapped my book shut. “Just so we’re clear,” I said, “I only kissed you because you weren’t doing anything to stop those journalists from asking too many questions.”
Alexander scoffed. “Right. And here I thought you just couldn’t resist me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I set my book on the nightstand. “I hate kissing you. It was vile.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“Well, at least we can agree on one thing.”
Alexander grunted and rolled over, turning his back to me. Within minutes, his breathing had evened out, indicating he was asleep or close to it.
But I couldn’t sleep. I lay there for a long time, just staring up at the ceiling.
Only once I was certain he was asleep did I touch my lips again.
What if things had been different? What if Alexander had g
