Fiona
The warm touch of Alexander’s hand lightly stroking my cheek brought me out of a deep sleep, and I blinked my eyes open to find him sitting beside me on the bed.
“I hate to wake you,” he said softly. “But you need to eat something.” He ran his fingers through my hair, his rough fingertips grazing my skin as he did so, sending pulses of warmth into me everywhere he touched. “Are you up for joining me in the dining room, or should I have something brought in here?”
I sat up and found that my energy had improved. “I’ll go with you. I just need a few minutes to change my clothes.”
Alexander’s hand came to rest on my thigh. It was a small touch, but it lit my body up enough to have me thinking about taking his hand and moving it further up my leg. I breathed in his smell as our bo
