Alexander Summersâs skin was warm, his breath fresh and cool, and his low, resonant voice carried a slight huskiness. Every part of him made Purple Summers feel secure.
She wrapped her arms around Alexanderâs forearm, her face softly pressed against him, filled with attachment.
Alexander thoroughly enjoyed it!
There was nothing more satisfying than having the woman he liked being affectionate to him.
She couldnât do without him! â This realization made Alexanderâs heart swell with happiness, which surged like a tide, flowing endlessly, submerging his mind, abandoning all reason as he bent down to kiss her, unwilling to part.
â¦(Harmonizing harmonizing harmonizing Iâm going crazy from editing I really donât want to do this anymore someone please save me harmonizing harmonizing)â¦
Alexander couldnât take it, he disentangled himself and went to take a shower.
When he returned, he found Purple Summers already sitting up, leaning against the headboard as if she was specifically waiting for him.
Alexander liked her half-asleep, half-awake appearance, a bit muddled and adorably cute, with a touch of lazy charm.
Alexander lay down on the bed and, raising his hand, he pulled her into his arms and said with a smile, âWhatâs up? Youâre being so good?â
Purple nestled against his chest, shook her head, wanting to say it was nothing, yet she hesitated.
âNathaniel is back,â she said softly.
Not only had he returned, but he also came back full of malice, spewing slanders about Alexander and trying to break her and Alexander apart!
Those words, Purple did not intend to tell Alexander.
She believed that as long as she was firm enough and didnât jump to conclusions rashly, Nathanielâs petty tricks would have no opportunity to work.
Besides, now that Damian Howard had awakened, Alexander had many things to consider, and she didnât want it to affect his mood.
âDid he harass you?â Alexander asked with a sense of alertness.
Purple thought carefully.
Harassment? ⦠It didnât seem like it.
Apart from sending a bunch of lily of the valley, Nathaniel hadnât actually sought her out on his own initiative; they first met when Dylan called her into the living room and the second time she had gone to the garden on her own.
This time Nathaniel came back, he was eerily quiet. Like a dark snake lurking in the shadows about to strike its prey with a deadly blow!
A chill of dread crept into Purpleâs heart.
âHe hasnât harassed me, but I always feel thereâs something off about himâ¦â she whispered to Alexander, âToday, I got scared when I saw Tiny with him.â
âTiny?â Alexander slightly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
Purple said, âI opened the window and saw him in the garden, feeding corn to Tiny.â
âUngrateful scoundrel,â Alexander cursed Tiny, âturning coat over a bit of food.â
Purple felt that he was wrong; crows werenât dogs, they were highly vigilant and wouldnât pay attention unless someone familiar was feeding them.
âAlright, stop thinking about it.â Alexander kissed her forehead tenderly and comforted her, âSleep now, Iâll take you out tomorrow.â
It was already three in the morning and Purple was very tired, plus lying in Alexanderâs embrace was so comfortable, she quickly fell asleep with a sense of peace.
Alexander, holding her, also closed his eyes.
Both having gone to bed so late, they didnât wake up until seven or eight the next morning, when hurried footsteps approached along the corridorâ
Atra Blanc was banging on Alexanderâs room door fiercely: âAlexander! Are you in there? Have you seen your sister? Sheâs not in her room; Iâve looked everywhere!â
The door wasnât locked, Atra suspected her son had stayed out all night again. She opened the door, only to find two people on the bed, groggily sitting up.@@novelbin@@
Atra was shocked at the sight of them.
âAre you even human?!â she cried, her face turning deathly pale, her body swaying, on the verge of fainting.
Purple was instantly jolted awake and hurriedly sat up, saying, âMom! Nothing happened! We didnât do anything!â