Sleep With Me?

Alexia POV:

I don't know how long I stayed in the kitchen before I finally built up the courage to go upstairs. To be honest, I was waiting for him to sleep.

After what happened downstairs, after the way he touched me, tempted me, made me question my own damn resolve—I needed the space. I needed to breathe without him filling every inch of the air around me.

So, I had waited.

And waited.

And when I finally figured he must have gone to sleep, I quietly made my way to the bedroom.

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound.

Not so lucky.

Aiden was still awake.

Sprawled on the bed like some Greek god carved from sin itself, one arm resting behind his head, his chiseled torso on full display. The sheets barely covered his lower half, teasing the sharp dips of his v-line that I had been very aware of earlier.

His eyes met mine instantly.

Dark. Unreadable.