CHAPTER 45: A Vulnerable Night
The car ride back to Alexander's apartment was filled with silence. Gone was the easygoing facade he'd briefly worn at the lounge.
Now, his head lolled back against the headrest, his breathing deep and even. Sleep, fueled by the generous amount of alcohol he'd consumed, had finally claimed him.
I stole a glance at his face, bathed in the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the windows. The harsh lines that usually bracketed his mouth were relaxed, and the furrow in his brow had smoothed out. He looked peaceful.
My fingers twitched at my side, yearning to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead. But I held them back, reminding myself that this was a line I shouldn't be crossing. I was here to help, not to complicate things further.
Julian pulled the car to a stop as he found a suitable space in the parking lot.
Hopping out of the car, he came around to my side, opening the door. "We're here, Miss."