Chapter 83

Madison

The private flight back to New York passed in a blur of champagne and Alexander’s wandering hands.

I sank into my plush couch, finally home after the whirlwind Vegas trip. My body still tingled from Alexander’s touch, and I couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off my face.

“Get it together, Madison,” I muttered, but my reflection in the mirror just smirked back.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving a trail to the bathroom. The hot shower felt divine against my muscles, sore in all the right places. Steam filled the room as I hummed some cheesy love song I’d normally roll my eyes at.

I wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and caught sight of the dark marks scattered across my collarbone. “Really, Alexander?” I traced one with my finger, torn between annoyance and a secret thrill.

My phone buzzed from somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes. Probably Hazel, ready to grill me about Vegas. I’d promised to meet her at the hospital to visit Mom tod