I still don’t understand why Vasily is being so kind to me or why he chose to take on the burden of getting me out of there and keeping me safe. I may not be able to make sense of it, but that doesn’t stop me from being grateful. He keeps stroking my hair, and it’s so soothing that my eyes start to drift shut. Even though he’s a gorgeous man with a body that every woman’s eye is drawn to, there’s nothing overly s****l about this touch. He’s not trying to get me undressed or force his way into me. He’s just holding me, making me feel safe, and letting me know that I can trust him. Because as strange as it is, I do trust him.
When I feel his body move, I tighten my arms around him. “Please not yet. Will you stay until I fall back asleep?”
He kisses the top of my head. “Da,” he says, and I
