35
CHLOE
I wake up smiling, and for a couple of minutes, I just lie there, eyes closed, floating in that blissful state between dreams and full wakefulness.
And what dreams they were.
My hand slips between my thighs, and I press on the sweet ache that lingers there, trying to remember the sensual scenes that played in my head all night. I only recall fragments of them now, but I know all of them featured Nikolai… his wicked smile… his deep, smooth voice… Best of all, they were the only dreams I had last night.
The nightmares that have plagued me since Mom’s death stayed away.
Smile broadening, I open my eyes and sit up. It’s bright and sunny, so I’ve probably overslept. I’m not too worried, though. Nikolai isn’t here to enforce the mealtimes, and in any case, now that I know him bett
