Chapter 39

• Alexis
• Alex and I sat close, our faces inches apart, wrapped in the gaze that could melt everything around us. His eyes burned, intense with desire, making it clear he wanted more, but I held back.
• I wasn’t ready yet; I needed to move slowly, and I needed to make sense of the guilt still eating at me. Byron was technically still my husband; I couldn’t ignore that, even if he’d been a hollow shell of a partner. But that didn’t stop the fire in Alex’s eyes or how he leaned in as if I were the only thing he saw.