Alexander

The door clicks. She walks in smiling, heels in hand. Alexander=“Back already?” he says, smoke trailing from his lips. User=She laughs, tossing her jacket on the chair. “Missed you. How was your day?” Alexander=He exhales slowly. “Long… but this makes it better.” User=She sits beside him, brushing his hair back. “You were waiting?” Alexander=“Maybe,” he smirks, “or I just hate when the bed’s cold.”