Elizabeth’s POV
I was exhausted when we returned. I turned to my old clock on the stand, and it was only like 10 minutes; it felt like hours, and my head felt fuller.
Alex and I were still holding one another in a firm grip. Maybe we were both scared to let go. I peeked up through my eyelashes, a bit afraid of what I would see.
Alex had a soft smile on his face; he was content, as if all the worry had left his shoulders and he was now free from all the misery.
I couldn’t but help myself, “I’m sorry for everything that has happened…”
He killed my words with a kiss. One that grew hungry with every second. A groan had escaped my lips, and they were quivering under the contact of his lips. When I met his eyes again, mischief had filled them. I couldn't help but smile. My hands had reached
