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.”

my couch right next to me. His warm body pressed against mine, making me let out a quiet gasp.

moment, my stomach growled. We shared a look and then

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a yes,” he joked and gently squeezed my upper

288 Vouchers

you

like

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

then got to his feet. “You can’t even stand without crutches.

“Um, can you cook? I’ve never even

his eyes. “Very funny. Of course, I can

can’t be good at

me. Our faces were only inches away, and I stopped breathing. He stared deeply into my eyes

his breath smelled like mint. In the back of my

I

good at

broke the spell between us. I tore my eyes away

don’t you?” I

“Yes, I do. But at least I have the skills to back it

lie. Our night together floated into my mind–memories of his