The air between us is heated, and the weight of my words lingers like the stillness before a storm. Alexander's lips curled into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile—not the type that puts you at rest, but the kind that makes you wonder what game you've just entered.
His dark eyes never leave mine as he tilts his head. He asks, seemingly savoring the words, "Marry you?" "Mia, you're either incredibly brave or utterly reckless."
"Maybe a little bit of both," I say, my voice more steady than I expected. My heart, on the other hand, feels like it's about to escape my chest.