Technically.
My grip on the letter tightened slightly behind my back.
And I gave him a look that I hoped said I was completely innocent.
Even though I very much wasn’t explaining anything yet.
“Hi,” I said softly, almost sheepishly.
My cheeks were definitely red now.
And I was absolutely blaming the timing of his entrance for that.
Not me.
Definitely not me.
Alexander was definitely enjoying this.
I could tell immediately from the way he leaned against the doorway, arms folded across his chest, that faint smirk sitting comfortably on his face like he had all the time in the world.
Which, honestly, he probably did right now.
He looked me up and down slowly in that very “I’m assessing you and I already have conclusions” way that made me instantly more aware of how I was standing.
