Alexander's P.O.V.

The next morning,

I wake up, and a frown forms on my face as I realise Alice isn't beside me in bed. No matter how many times I explain to her not to leave me alone in bed, she doesn't heed my words.

My eyes open, and my anger dissipates as I spot her standing in front of the canvas, wearing only my shirt, engrossed in the painting.

The sunlight streaming through the windows enhances her already radiant and beautiful face. I'm so entranced by her beauty that I lose track of time and can't tear my eyes away from her.

She seems entirely focused on her painting...