I am too warm.

And I feel squashed. There’s a weight crushing my legs.

I open up my eyes and I am in a tangled mess of limbs with Alexander. He is laying on his back asleep and I am nestled in between his legs with my head on his chest.

I look at the tv screen to see the last bits of Half Blood Prince play out.

We must have fallen asleep during the movies.

My heart tap dances with joy at my situation. I admire his sleeping figure. His thick eyelashes fanned out on his cheeks.

Why do men always get the best eyelashes? Life can be so unfair at times.

I look at his lips which are slightly parted as he takes deep breaths. He looks younger and more handsome when he sleeps.

How can one human being be so perfect?

As much as I would like to stay like this and admire his godlike features, my feet are being crushed by Saba who clearly seems like she forgot her size and came to sleep with us.

I try getting up and Alexander pulls me back onto his chest, his arms caging me. I try to move again and his grip gets tighter.

As cute as this is, your dog is cutting off circulation to my legs. I mentally say to him.

I shuffle my feet and try to pull them out from under Saba. I finally get them out from under her and I can feel the blood rush to my toes.

I maneuver my legs in a way that they are behind the dog and not under and then I lay back comfortably on Alexander’s chest.

“Finally”, he says sleepily.

I shake my head at him and sniff his scent on the sweatshirt as sleep once again pulls me in.

I wake up in my bed, in a warm caccoon of blankets and a heap of pillows.

How did I even get in here?

I don’t remember, so that means that one of two things happened.

Number one is that I sleep walked to bed or number two, Alexander carried me to bed.

I am mostly voting for number two. That seems more likely to be what happened. Pitty I wasn’t awake to enjoy the feeling of being carried by him.

My stomach rumbles, reminding me that I have not had any food in me since yesterday.

I get up and walk to the bathroom to do my morning routine and have a shower. When I am done I put on some comfy leggings and Bryce’s baggy long sleeved tshirt. I slip my feet into some sleepers and go to the kitchen .

As I get closer to the kitchen I can hear voices. I get to entryway and Belle stands in the kitchen talking with a very annoyed Pierre.

His face is contorted into a weird scowl and he keeps rolling his eyes at her as he moves around the kitchen.

“Good morning”, I say as I walk in.

Pierre smiles at me while Belle looks at me with confusion.

“What are you doing here?”, she asks.

“Oh didn’t you hear? She lives here now”, Pierre answers for me with a smirk.

“WHAT?!”

“It’s just for a few days” I say trying to calm her down. She looks pink, like there’s a red flame inside of her.

“No”, she says.

“Well that’s not your decision to make. It’s not your house”, Pierre says.

She huffs and actually stomps her foot like a three year old while she walks out of the kitchen and runs up the stairs. Probably to Alexander.

As I sit down and have some breakfast, a feeling settles in my stomach. A feeling that frightens me.

I don’t want Belle around Alexander.

Oh crap.

I’m envious of her.

Cause you want her man all to yourself.

I mentally slap myself. I cannot be thinking like this.

I cannot want my boss.

That’s all he is.

My employer.

I must not let our little nap and cuddle from yesterday fool me.

After breakfast I go back to my room and spend most of the day getting my mind ready for college. I go through my module schedule and see how much work will have to do for the next six months.

A knock interrupts, “Come in “, I say not taking my eyes off the laptop screen.

“Good day”, Alexander’s deep voice pulls my attention away from the screen.

I look up at him as he stands by the doorway, “H-hello”.

Why am I nervous?

He walks in and shuts the door. My eyes move along with him as he moves around the room and finally makes his way towards me as I sit on the bed.

“How are you?”, he asks.

“I’m okay. You?”

“I’m well, thank you”, he sits on the end of the bed.

We sit in silence for a few heartbeats. Just staring at each other. Into each other’s eyes.

For me it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. I almost get lost in his eyes as he holds my gaze.

“I hope you slept well”, he says, breaking our eye contact.

I clear my throat, “Uh, yes thank you. I hope you did too”.

I remove the laptop off my lap and get off the bed. I need to put some distance between us. Him being too close is making my head spin.

“Yeah, I did. Thank you”, he says, his voice sounding too close.

I feel him behind me as I stand near the French doors and peer through them to look at the serene looking backyard that leads into a forest. I try to focus on the trees swaying in the distance and not on this man’s body heat that is radiating off him onto my back.

I didn’t even realise that I was cold until he stood behind me with his warmth.

“Rosalie” he says my name with his voice sounding so hoarse and raspy.

I don’t move and he holds my shoulder and turns me towards him. We stand in front of each other. With him looking down at me and my neck straining to look up at him. He holds my chin with his thumb and index finger and I watch as he leans forward.

He’s going to kiss you.

No he’s not.

An internal debate begins inside of me as he leans closer. His eyes looked as stormy as ever.

Just as he is about an inch away from my face, my big mouth decides to ruin what could be one of the most perfect moments of my life.

“Did Belle speak to you?”.

He pulls back and a mixture of emotions show on his face.

“What do you mean?”, he puts some distance between us and moves a few steps away from me.

“About me living here”, I say “temporarily” I finish off.

“This is my house and if I say you can stay here for as long as you want then you can”, he walks back towards me again.

“Belle has no authority” he says as he looks into my eyes again.

My mouth feels dry all of a sudden, “Okay” is the only word that comes out.

I watch as he turns towards the door and leaves. I let out a breath that I don’t even realise that I am holding.

“What the heck is happening?”, I ask myself out loud.

This man is affecting me. I’ve only been here for two days and I’m already developing feelings for him.

How is that even possible?

I toss myself on the bed and groan into a pillow. This is too much for me and to think we could have kissed.

I could have actually let him kiss me.

And then fall in love with him right after that. I’m not someone who gives into things easily, but I am very sure that Alexander Cain’s lips would capture my entire heart.

I need to put some distance between us. I can’t get tangled up in the same situation I was with Bryce.

I stay in my room until it is time for dinner. I walk downstairs to see the table all set up. I sit down and wait for Alexander, who walks into the dining hall with Belle literally hanging off his arm.

I almost scoff out loud. Almost.

They sit down and we start dishing up and eating. I don’t look at either of them as we eat.

Miss June, Harvey and Pierre are nowhere to be seen. Which is a total bummer for me because Belle is talking non-stop and I steal a glance to see how Alexander is not paying attention to her.

I take a moment to look at them as a couple. I don’t see it.

Why are they even together. They are polar opposites.

Oh , cause you’re so perfect for him?

I groan and I don’t realise that I did it out loud till Alexander is by my side and is rubbing my back.

“Are you okay?”, he asks with his warm hand moving in circular motion on my back.

I nod, “Yeah, food went down the wrong pipe. That’s all”.

And now I’m a liar.

After dinner I rush and go back to my bedroom. I get into bed and go through Instagram. I somehow find myself browsing through Belle’s feed.

She has two million followers which is a huge achievement from my two thousand followers. Her feed is mostly bikini or lingerie photos. She looks so good. Her stomach toned and flat. I look at one picture of her in Ibiza. She’s wearing a black string bikini that barely covers anything.

I can’t even look presentable in a one piece bathing suit because of my muffin top. It’s annoying. She looks like she doesn’t even bloat, whereas I bloat easily.

I take a whiff of air and my stomach gets bloated.

During my moment of self deprecation, I don’t realise that time has passed by so much that when I close the app the time is thirty minutes past midnight.

I need to sleep, I have work in the morning.

I once again toss and turn from the negative thoughts in my head. I get off and make my way to the kitchen.

Opening up the fridge I look for something I can snack on. I eventually settle on a tub of ice cream that I set on the counter. I get a spoon and sit on a barstool and eat my feelings away.

Alexander walks into the kitchen, his footsteps faltering as he sees me. I tear my gaze away from him and focus on the ice cream.

He gets a bottle of water from the fridge and my eyes make their wayto his Adam’s apple that bobbs up and down as he swallows the water.

He sees me staring and a ghost of a smile appears on his face. I look away, trying to hide the fact that I’m blushing.

Don’t let him see how much he affects you.

“Rosalie”.

I look up at him as I climb down the chair. I literally have to climb down because of my height. Nothing in this damn house is made for a short person.

He walks closer to me.

“No”, I hold my hand out to stop him. But he doesn’t he moves closer to me until his stomach meets my hand.

Thankfully he is in a t-shirt this time. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t feel his rock hard abs through the thin cotton fabric.

I turn from him and walk out, heading to my room. When I reach the door, I feel him behind me. I stay facing the door, holding on to the knob for support. He smells so good it makes me weak at the knees.

I feel his hands on my shoulders. He squeezes a little and I feel the tension in my body dessipate . Pulling away from him, I turn towards him. He looks down at me and I look up him.

His arms cage me between the door and his body.

I know what he wants to do. What I know he’s going to do If I give him a chance. Part of me wants this to happen. But then the logical part of me is stopping me.

My heart wants this and my head is cross analysing the fact that I’ve only been working for this man for a week.

I’ve ‘known’ him for less than that.

I can;t allow this to happen. His freaking girlfriend is under the same roof.

“Stop”, comes out as a whisper from my lips.

“Are you sure?”

I look up at him and my body betrays me. I feel myself leaning towards him. His glorious scent pulling me in.

I lick my lips and his eyes dart to them, watching the small action.

I nod and he moves away. And I open the door.

“Good night”, he says standing at the doorway.

“Good night”.

I close the door and slide down to the floor. A minute later, there’s a knock.

I scramble to get up and open it. The moment that I do, Alexander bursts through and closes the door.

He moves towards me as I move backwards until the back of my knees hit the bed.

“Are you sure?”, he asks again. His eyes stormy.

“I-I”

He grabs my face gently despite the tension in the air. His arms slide down my back. My heart is beating so fast from anticipation and hunger.

A hunger for his lips.

A hunger for him.

He finally satiates our thirst for each other as he crashes his lips on mine.

And my friends ,I melt in his arms.