Chapter 53

Olivia POV

He leaned across the console, his face inches from mine. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he brushed his lips against my forehead, just as he had the day before.

“Get some rest,” he murmured. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded, unable to form words with him so close. His cologne wrapped around me, spicy and expensive, making my head swim.

“Goodnight, Alex,” I managed finally, reaching for the door handle.

“Goodnight, Liv.”

True to his word, Alexander appeared at my door at precisely seven-thirty the next morning, bearing coffee and a bag from my favorite bakery.

“How did you know about Marlowe’s?” I asked, accepting the bag of pastries.

“You mentioned it once,” he shrugged, following me into the kitchen. “You said they had the best croissants in LA.”

I blinked, surprised he’d remembered such a trivial detail. “Well, you’re right. They do.”

We ate quickly, then h