“I…”
I don’t know how I ended up in his arms. I have no idea. My head felt heavy, and everything around me was swaying. I felt like I was going to fall, and I moved my hands spasmodically, looking for something to hold on to. Alexander’s plaid shirt was the only thing I could find, and I dug my fingers into his clothes. We were moving somewhere. I thought I heard Andre ask something, and my head fell against a curved, hard, warm surface. Alexander’s shoulder? Maybe. I still can’t explain how much time passed until I found myself lying on the couch, my vision darkening, and I heard a male voice saying something very loudly, but not shouting. Or maybe he was shouting, but to me it sounded as if it were very, very far away. The last thing I remember from those moments, before my eyelids clos
