"Then go on top of me."
My eyes went huge at what I heard directly to him, and before I could even react in any way, Alec had switch my body, carried me that easy, and then me above his chest.
His eyes were closed. I stiffened at our position. Me, on top of him. Oh my god. Oh my fucking god.
"A-alec." I called his name one more time. I couldn't breathe. No, I'm not breathing, because my muscles is tightening and I feel so nervous for some reason I don't know why.
It's my skin, literally close and on top of Alec Iverson!
"Who?" He opened his eyes and then stared right into me. I was dumfounded.
Alec was not wearing his glasses! Maybe he also took it off the same time he took off his coat and lied on the bed! That's an automatic gesture if someone who uses glasses on a daily basis will go to bed...to take it off!
