Page 59 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

“I left your house just a few hours ago. Why are you back so soon?” I asked, and he pouted his lips dramatically.

“Sounds like you didn’t miss me,” he said as I continued to walk toward him. I stopped right in front of him and took the flowers from his hand. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close.

The strong scent of his cologne serenaded my nostrils, and I buried my head in his neck. If only he knew how much I missed him.

“Of course I missed you,” I said as I pulled away from him. He stepped aside so I could open the door. I didn’t mind spending another day with him.

Alex sank into my large couch, pulling me into his arms. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. His chest was rigid and firm, a clear sign he always worked out.

“So tell me, how did your day go?” I asked, although I already knew his routine schedule now—tour prep, practice, and meeting.

“I didn’t do much actually. Luckily, Layla was able to represent me at a meeting in Brooklyn while I had practice. As soon as I was done with practice, I came straight here.”

He was staring into my eyes again and brushing my wavy auburn strands. “Hmmm, that feels really good,” I said as his hands continued to gently massage my hair, giving me a satisfied, therapeutic feeling.

“Do you like it?” he asked when I closed my eyes and pulled my head toward him so he could massage my scalp better.

“I love it. Your hands feel magical on my scalp,” I expressed, and his smile lit up. I cherished those moments when he smiled, and I had no intention of getting used to it anytime soon.

“What did you do today?” he asked, and I suddenly remembered I didn’t tell him about meeting Samantha.

“Oh, I had brunch with Sam,” I mentioned, a smile playing on my lips. It felt good to share this, and I could not help but enjoy the surprised look on his face.

“Really? How did that happen?” He looked really interested in hearing the details, and I wished for him to reconcile with her.

“I mean, she hit me up the other day and asked if we could have brunch together. I agreed, and I’m glad I did. We’ve ironedout our differences already,” I shared, still smiling. However, I noticed how gloomy Alex’s face had become.

“That’s really sweet. Now you can breathe properly,” he said, brushing my lips with the tip of his fingers.

“What about you? Are you still going to hold on to your pride instead of making things up with your sister?” I asked, and he scoffed, turning his face away from me.

“I’m not being proud. I do miss Sam, but we’ll reconcile when it’s time for that to happen. Don’t worry about it, babe,” he said and pulled away from the couch, a sign that the conversation was over.

The rest of the evening passed quickly, with Alex preparing rice and curry for dinner. We had leftover ice cream as we watchedMoney Heist.

When we finally retired to bed, Alex was forced to share my single bed with me. We squeezed in together, with half of my body’s weight on him. I stroked his hair until he fell asleep, his breath steady against my neck.

For some reason, I wasn’t sleepy. A lot of thoughts were running through my head now. I thought about my relationship with Alex. I loved him so much, but I couldn’t help but be scared, especially with the trip ahead. I knew Alex loved me too, but a part of me could not help but wonder if the adage “out of sight would, out of mind” might apply to both him and me.

Strange as these thoughts might have seemed, they were kind of valid. I didn’t think I could handle another heartbreak after Greg.

Alex rolled over just then, his large arm wrapping me even tighter now. He looked so peaceful when he slept, with his lips looking fuller and the lines on his face smoothed. I kissed his forehead, brushing the little strands of hair off his face.

“Are you not sleepy, babe?” he suddenly asked, still half asleep. I guess he could tell from the way I was breathing irregularly and tossing every second.

My back finally touched the bed, and Alex wrapped his entire body around me, feeling like a big, cozy blanket.

Whatever these thoughts were, I was ready to hold on to this man for as long as I could. I was pretty sure he would do the same for me, too.

Chapter twenty-four

EVERYTHING FALLS INTO PLACE

Alexander Steele

The warmth of her soft lips pressed against mine woke me up. I smiled, eyes still closed as I held her waist and turned so her back was on the bed, and I was hovering over her. I opened my eyes to see her giggling in a childlike manner.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I said as she threw her arms around my neck. I had spent the last five days in her apartment, unwilling to spend another moment without her.

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