Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 312

I lapsed into silence as I thought over his offer. He allowed me to be alone with my thoughts, for which I was grateful. I was all for establishing some sort of boundaries with Alexander. That way, I could make sense of our complicated relationship. But a trial relationship sounded thorny. Could I navigate something like that?

“I don’t want to decide anything tonight,” I finally said. “We should take the weekend to think things over…”

I trailed off as I got a good look at Alexander’s hand. My eyes widened when I realized that it was red and swelling. I winced, remembering how Ethan had flung Alexander’s hand and how it had hit the window with a loud crack.

“Your hand!” I said, my voice full of anxiety. “Do you think it’s broken?”

Alexander grimaced and tried to flex his fingers, but he could only make it halfway. “No, it just needs some ice and rest.” He frowned. “Just like that ankle of yours.”

“My physical therapist is the best,” I said. “I’m sure he could take you tomorrow if I told him it was urgent.

Alexander leaned toward me, and my mouth dried as his manly scent surrounded me. “Why don’t we take care of each other tonight?”

I opened my mouth to tell him that I was going to my parents‘ house this weekend, but when his eyes shot down to his lips, my excuse died on my lips. Even though I knew I shouldn’t stay with him, I couldn’t resist.

He carried me up to my apartment, and once we were inside, I sent a quick text to my mom, apologizing for canceling. I just told her that I couldn’t drive with my injured ankle, which was technically true.

“I’m glad that we didn’t go to your apartment,” I said. “I didn’t want to disturb Mike.”

warm body pressed against

stomach growled. We shared a look and then

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take that as a yes,” he joked and gently squeezed my upper

288 Vouchers

you

like

cooking for you?” I countered and relaxed against his side.

more squeeze, then got to his feet. “You can’t even stand without crutches. I’ll be the

“Um, can you cook? I’ve never even seen

“Very funny.

can’t be good at everything,”

I stopped breathing. He stared

he whispered, his breath smelled like mint. In the back of my

I managed to

I’m good

I tore my eyes

don’t you?” I asked and crossed my

unabashed. “Yes, I do. But at least I have the skills

that he didn’t, but that would be a lie. Our night together floated into my mind–memories of his insistent mouth,