~ALEXANDRO’S POV~

Lauren kicked off her shoes, “I still can’t believe you didn’t shoot him,” she said, pulling her hair out of its clip. “Or at least punch him.”

I turned to her slowly. “Don’t tempt me. I’m still considering both.”

She laughed softly, then walked past me into the kitchen like she’d always belonged here.

I followed her, watching how comfortably she moved, how she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water like this was hers.

Maybe it was. Maybe that’s what scared me the most. “I want to take a shower,” she said, glancing back at me.

“Use mine,” I replied. “You know where it is.”...