We've just finished our dinner and were drinking our wine. When he crept in behind me, inhaling the back of my neck.
"Em, why don't you sleep here tonight? I'm not ready to let you go yet."
"God! I will be very sore tomorrow. I'm not even counting anymore."
He laughed behind me. "So, that's a yes?" He flipped me to face him and looked into my eyes.
I haven't got the chance to answer him when the house phone rings. He picked it up and shouted in what I've known now to be Russian. He looked furious, I could see the veins in his neck and his jaw clenched a few times, while he was talking.
He hangs up and looked at me.
"I need to go now. I'll explain it to you tomorrow." I followed him to the bedroom and we got dressed in silence. I didn't want to stay over, while he's not in th
