57. Skiing
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I step onto the speed boat holding Jessica’s little finger. The breeze feels nice, whipping my hair into a frenzy.
“I swear to God I will chop them off soon,” I mutter to myself, my voice barely audible against the boat’s engine. It’s getting harder to take care of them
“Don’t.” A voice says, and I glance back over my shoulder. I hadn’t realized Mikolaj was walking behind me. He is wearing his signature sunglasses, obscuring his eyes from view. The lenses reflect the sunlight, making me squint my eyes.
“Why?” I ask him as my gaze swims across his broad frame.
He is wearing a crisp, white linen shirt paired with well-fitted Khaki trousers. The top few buttons are undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest. Inviting enough.
He leans over, and I step back to give him sp
