Vanessa
Alexander looks at me and says nothing, so I'm forced to repeat the question.
"Fine," I murmured, lifting my chin, even though inside I was shattered. "So tell me how to wait... how do I do that without going crazy?"
Alexander didn't answer right away; he just stared at me from the armchair, with that unbearable calm that seemed like a natural provocation for him.
He held the glass between his fingers, one leg crossed over the other, his shirt collar barely open after having taken me as if I were a pause between meetings. And maybe that's what I was... A pause, nothing more. The thought struck me violently.
He placed the glass on the table and leaned forward.
"First... stop acting like a defeated woman."
I felt my chest tighten.
"Pardon?"
"You heard me."
His ton
