[Leif's Pov—Chamber—The Next Day]
The sunlight stabbed my eyes like a thousand needles, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if last night had been some bizarre dream.
Alvar proposing marriage. He threatened to tell my parents about us. Me screaming like a strangled goose. The Rainbow Fashion Show declaration.
…Surely, none of that actually happened.
I cracked one eye open.
Alvar was still there. Stretched out beside me, one arm casually draped across his chest, looking infuriatingly handsome for someone who had just threatened to rewrite the laws of the land and force me to come out to my parents. His breathing was steady, calm—as if he hadn't detonated my sanity only yesterday.
I groaned into the pillow. Gods, it wasn't a dream.
Before I could bury myself deeper in despair, Alvar's voice rumbled low, without opening his eyes. "You snore when you're panicking."
My head shot up. "I DO NOT!"
