CHAPTER 23: No Promises
The air in Alexander's apartment hung heavy with a silence that was both comfortable and charged. His offer to get me water had shattered the initial awkwardness, leaving behind a strange tension that simmered beneath the surface.
As I sank into the plush couch, my gaze roamed across the room, taking in every detail. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city, a glittering view of neon lights against the inky black canvas of the night sky.
"Here's your water" His voice startled me, and when I turned, my mouth fell open slightly as I stared at him unabashedly. He stood before me, minus his jacket and tie, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up to his elbows, the glass of water in his hand. The casual attire somehow accentuated his broad shoulders and the hint of muscle definition beneath the fabric.