Chapter 19

“No, not really. Lots going on in here.” I’m overly aware of how big he is in this small space and how he is hovering around me, moving in, and sapping all the oxygen in the room. I tap my temple with a long-manicured nail and try to turn my attention to heating milk for a hot chocolate to help me relax a little and not look like such a ditzy klutz. I drop my spoon and inwardly curse at the uselessness of my digits.

“You seem nervous.” Alexi points out the obvious, and I blow out a lot of air heavily, knowing I can’t hide it from him and resistance is futile. I’m sweating nerves, and he is so close my heart is palpating and making me so uber-jittery it’s crazy. My skin tingles and I’m so sensitive to his nearness that I can practically feel him. He isn’t dumb and reads body language and mannerisms better than anyone. He can see the hot mess I have become.

I drop the spoon again, clattering onto the surface loudly and try to look like I have my shit together when I retrie