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Alexander's POV

I don't know how long it had been since I woke up or since I am shamelessly staring at my beautiful Angel cocooned in my arms.

Looking at her I chuckled at the way she is sleeping, her one leg thrown on my waist, face in the crook of my neck, tickling it with her rhythmic breath.

The whole night I slept with her enclosed in my arms.

She feels so perfect as if proving this is where she belongs.

Looking at her I always feel so contented and warm, the Alexander Russo who likes to be in control of everything, can't even control this smile gracing his lips that crept every time I gaze at her beautiful face.

I must say I am a lucky bastard!

I know in many categories I don't deserve her but that's not going to stop me from making her mine.

The thought of her being like this in someone else's arm burns me like I am on my pyre.

Especially now that she has confessed her feelings for me, there is no way I am letting her go. No way.

"Mine. Only mine." Whispering I remove a stra