CHAPTER THIRTY: THE OTHER ME

Alexander’s POV

I have never had a woman sleep next to me before or tried the repulsive exercise of cuddling neither have I ever longed for a woman’s embrace. I loved my void, I worshipped my void and yet here I was, abdicated in her arms, relinquishing the brute in me.

It wasn’t the chills that lurked in the dark walls of my room, or the pain shooting from my ribs; or the torturous nightmares which haunt me that yielded me into her embrace, it was something else, something I couldn’t quite place that was grossly terrified of spending this night without her.

The sunlight cruised through the rustling curtains, my pupils wrestle first before accommodating its shooting rays. I feel light, missing the body weight draped on my left arm. My glance flickers and the bed is lacking Catherine Kent.

I can’t tell how long I have slept but doctor Brown’s pills plunged me into a peaceful slumber and Catherine Kent’s warmth served a soothing reliever.

Who knew cuddling was so therapeutic.

Fuck Ale