Chapter 36
We were in Victor’s bed, him lying on his back, one hand folded behind his head and the other stroking my back. I had decided to make his pecs my personal pillow. “Maybe I’ll put the electricity back on.” “Hm-hm.” I was very happy that he offered to do it. There was no way I’d leave this bed. “You’ll have to let me get up.” “Never mind, we don’t need electricity to do what we do,” I yawned. He let out a small laugh. “My freezer is full of frozen meals. How am I going to survive if they’re only good to throw away?” “Don’t worry! I’ll cook,” I say, clinging a little closer to his waist. “I had put a bottle of champagne in the fridge to drink with you tonight.” This detail made me raise my head. “Champagne?” Champagne was to celebrate something. I remembered then that he had come
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