Alfie's POV
A week passed and he had remained lying unconscious in that bed, unmoving, attended to by Simon...but his eyes never opened. Not once until now.
I had stayed in his room nearly every day, only leaving if Cassian, Rhys, or Silas came in to sit with him too. I needed to be near him. Needed to hear his faint breathing, to remind myself he was still alive.
I had almost lost my mind thinking I might lose him forever.
He's my weakness. No doubt about it.
And despite the fact that I never wanted to have one... Zane had already become mine. Irrevocably.
Now that he's awake and looking at me with those guilty, wide, doe-like eyes...
I couldn't stop myself and didn't know when I stood up, moved closer to him and kissed him.
And it wasn't lust. I had missed him.
And I wasn't just hard, tensebecause I'm a slave to temptation, I was hard because of Zane's pheromones.
