Sophia’s POV
Alexander’s face softens, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. In that moment, I see recognition and a depth of feeling mirrored in his gaze. The dance floor fades away, and it’s just the two of us, enveloped in a bubble of shared memories and unspoken words.
With my voice barely above a whisper, I find the courage to ask the question that lingers on my lips, desperate for confirmation. “Alexander, is it really you?”
He hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his response, before nodding slowly. The corners of his mouth curl up into a gentle smile that I’ve longed to see again.
“It’s me,” he says, his voice carrying the same warmth and familiarity that has etched itself deep within my heart.
A rush of emotions floods through me, overwhelming and yet comforting. Tears well up in my eyes as I take a step closer, my hand reaching out hesitantly, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and longing.
“May I… may I see your face?” I ask, my voice barely audible amidst the surrounding whispers and murmurs.
Alexander meets my gaze, his eyes filled with a tenderness that melts away any remaining doubts or fears. Slowly, he reaches up to his mask, removing it with a graceful motion. I tense up and hold my breath for some reason, in anticipation. I already have an idea who it is but I still can’t help but be tense.
And there, before me, is the face that has occupied my thoughts and dreams-the face I had yearned to see once more.
I take a moment to absorb Alexander’s appearance, my eyes scanning every detail with a mix of awe and frustration. His features, unobscured by the mask, are just as I remember them-sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seem to hold a world of secrets. His hair, dark and tousled, falls effortlessly around his face, adding to his air of mysterious charm.
But as I look into those eyes, I can’t help but feel a surge of anger and hurt. How could he just disappear without a word, leaving me to wonder and long for him? The frustration builds within me, igniting a fire that propels me forward.
Without a second thought, I stomp over to him, my footsteps heavy with determination. I raise my hand, balling it into a fist, and strike him in the chest. “Why did you appear now, after leaving without saying goodbye?” I demand, my voice laced with accusation and hurt.
To my surprise, Alexander remains unmoving, unaffected by my attempt to release my anger. It’s as if my punch against his chest was nothing more than a futile strike against an immovable object. The wool-like sensation under my fist only serves to heighten my frustration.
“Why?” I repeat, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. “Why did you leave me?”
Alexander’s expression remains impassive, his gaze locked with mine. His silence only fuels my frustration, pushing me further into a whirlwind of emotions.
But then, a flicker of something passes through his eyes-a hint of remorse, perhaps. It’s a subtle shift, almost imperceptible, but it’s enough to catch my attention.
I take a step back, my anger subsiding momentarily as curiosity tugs at my heart. There’s something more to this story, something I don’t yet understand. I search his eyes for answers, silently urging him to break his silence and reveal the truth.
As if sensing my need for a respite from the questions swirling in my mind, Alexander steps closer, closing the distance between us. Without a word, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace. The strength of his hold both surprises and comforts me, causing my heart to flutter in my chest.
His scent, a familiar blend of warm musk and a hint of sandalwood, envelopes me, intoxicating my senses. It’s a scent I had longed to breathe in again, a scent that carries memories of stolen moments and whispered promises.
Caught off guard, I am unable to react initially, my body frozen in the embrace. But as his lips find mine, a surge of electricity courses through me, igniting a fire that had smoldered within me for far too long. The anger and frustration that had consumed me moments ago give way to a raw, unfiltered desire.
I respond to his kiss with equal fervor, my lips moving in sync with his, exploring the contours of his mouth as if seeking solace and understanding. In this moment, the world around us fades into insignificance, and it’s just him and me, lost in a whirlwind of emotions and unspoken longing.
His sheer strength and presence overpower me, leaving me no choice but to surrender to the intensity of our connection. I dare not move, fearing that this fleeting moment of passion and vulnerability will slip away like a wisp of smoke.
Desperate to hold onto him, to this moment, I clutch his shirt tightly, my fingers entwined in the fabric as if anchoring myself to his presence. It’s as if by holding on, I can prevent him from disappearing from my life once more.
The taste of his kiss lingers on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of what we once shared and what was lost. With each passing second, the weight of our reunion and the unspoken questions resurface, casting a shadow over the intoxication of the moment.
But for now, in the midst of this public display of passion, I allow myself to revel in the familiarity of his touch and the warmth that radiates between us.
Suddenly, the moment is shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps and the air becomes thick with tension. Tyler storms over, his eyes burning with anger as he forcefully pulls me away from Alexander’s embrace. Beside him, Jake appears seemingly out of nowhere, his posture tense and his gaze fixed on Alexander with open hostility.
I stumble back, caught off guard by the sudden intrusion. Tyler’s protective grip on my arm tightens, and I can feel the anger radiating from him. Jake’s presence only intensifies the atmosphere, his eyes locked on Alexander as if he wants nothing more than to pounce on him and unleash his fury.
Alexander, undeterred by the hostile reception, lets out a low chuckle, his gaze shifting from me to Tyler and Jake. The corners of his lips tug upward into a smirk, as if he’s enjoying the confrontation. It’s a familiar expression, one that hints at the self-assuredness that has always characterized him.
Tyler’s voice breaks through the tension, laced with a mix of anger and concern. “Who the hell are you?” he demands, his words sharp and accusatory. “We brought her to this party. Explain yourself.”
Alexander’s gaze flickers between Tyler and Jake, taking in their defensive stances. His eyes then meet mine briefly, a flicker of regret crossing his features before he turns his attention back to the two men guarding me.
Instead of giving them a proper response, he smiles naturally and responds, “You don’t have to know who I am. And… she is my girl.”