#Chapter242

“Don’t you use beds?” I ask sarcastically, still recovering from my minor stroke as he moves out of the way to let me pass. I lift the milk jug out before I head for the counter past him to put space between us again and regain control of my shallow breathing.

“Sometimes. It smells of you, so I didn’t think sleep would be achievable.” He answers it so matter of fact, but those eyes are homed in on me and every movement and I can feel them following me around the space. Alexi is trying to read me for any kind of reaction, I guess.

What he said though...