Chapter 12

I slide onto the couch in the middle so wherever he sits, he will be near me and watch his strong back and shoulders flexing as he makes drinks silently. He’s discarded his jacket somewhere and is still in a white shirt and black trousers, which are slightly fitted to his mass form and completely captivating. He seems completely comfortable in this space and knows where everything is, so I assume he spends more time here than he initially let on.

Alexi wanders back casually, stopping to hand me a glass of brown liquid and ice, and sits about three feet away from me, stretching his legs out to meet the square glass coffee table that nestles in the centre and gets comfy. He scans me briefly with those wolfish eyes and does not comment on my inappropriate attire.

“How are you settling into the apartment?” He looks at me with a closed-off expression, confident in taking over this space and takes a drink, resting his arm along the back of the couch so his fingers are almost l