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I sat on the edge of Alexander's bed, puffing out my cheeks as I waited for him to finish his shower. His threat bounced around my mind like a ping-pong ball. Was he even as attracted to me as I was to him?

Pulling my knees to my chest, I stared at the dark wall. I didn't know what to do, I definitely didn't want to look around his room, I didn't want him to get angry with me. I really didn't want to be on that end of the stick, I saw firsthand what it could turn into. And there was no way I would be able to survive that, no way. I thought Alexander was going to be peaceful and try to end things without an altercation, but instead, James took the violent path and was most likely hurting right about now.

I jerked, the noise of the bathroom door opening suddenly made me drop my legs, so fast that I almost fell out of the bed. "I'm surprised you're still here." Alexander rumbled, crossing the room to his closet. I noticed he was only in a towel, his hand keeping a firm grip on his cloth