“Maybe. Maybe I never knew you.” She chuckled humorlessly. “Maybe if I knew you better, I could have stopped you from falling for him.” Alexander sucked a breath in. “I didn’t say I love him,” he said tersely, turning away. “What?” “I don’t love him,” he bit out. “It’s not love.” “Then what is it?” Alexander stared out the window, watching the snowfall. He thought of snowflakes melting on Christian’s flushed skin a few hours ago. He thought of how he looked and how he couldn’t look away. “Obsession,” he whispered, barely audible.
