It had been like a knife to Alex from the moment he'd met her that first time.
Jean's words were in his head. But this was Alex and they could easily be drowned out. He didn't want to lead her on, give her the wrong idea at all but at the same time Alex knew if he'd met her now in a club and didn't know who she was... it would be a very different situation.
He wanted to tell her the truth. Get that out there. He owed her that. So she could make up her own mind on what she wanted to do. If she still wanted anything to do with him.
After the last message he moved, checking the fridge and stopping himself reaching for the beer that was in there. He knew he could do a dent in it before she even turned up.
He went to answer the door, wondering if he should have put on something different that sweats, he had been planning to go on a run before he'd sent the messages.
"Hey..." He stepped back so she could come in. "Make yourself at home, I'll go grab the beers." Because they were needed.