He had it. He could be polite, patient, and civilized, but he could also amaze me. Away from prying eyes and ears, where it was only the two of us. Sometimes I didn’t quite know what to expect from him when we were alone, in our so precious intimacy, and that filled me with excitement and fear in equal parts, but I trusted that he wouldn’t do anything that displeased or made me uncomfortable.
Alexander had his whims and I had mine, and it was good to see that we complemented each other even in those delicate aspects. He never got tired of repeating it: he was a man before a beast; his instinct was strong and he knew what he wanted. It could be said that after two years, I was only just beginning to know him deeply, to discover all the nuances of his personality. I think a part of me alway
