#Chapter 119: A risky little game

I snoozed my alarm and told Alexander I absolutely had to get up when it went off again in seven minutes. He smiled sleepily and grabbed my wrist, dragged me close to his warm body, and then pulled the covers back up around my shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the shiver of comfort that slid down the length of my body. “I’m sorry,” I said into his chest. “I told you I’d schedule more time for us to be together this morning, but with everything that happened yesterday…” “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” His voice was deep and raspy with sleep. He tried to clear his throat before he continued, but it didn’t help. “I’ll make some coffee though. And make you some breakfast. You need something in your stomach other than chocolate.” It occurred to me that Alexander had never called me “sweetheart” before. He was more lovey-dovey than usual when he was in this kind of half-awake state in the early mornings, though. I tried to forget he’d said it before the nervous feeling in m