Chapter 40 - Marriage BedI wasn't asleep exactly. Vasyl was beside me in bed, softly stroking my hair, my face and neck, speaking to me in French in soothing tones. Sometimes he translated as he did now.
“Au dernier je sais ce qu'est l'amour comme. At last I know what love is.” His words made my eyes tear up. I knew he wasn't merely saying these things to me. It was how he felt. We were now so completely connected it was difficult to know if these were my own emotions or his.
“Je t'aime. I love you,” he said. I turned my teared-up eyes to him, rolled toward him and buried myself in his arms. “I do not deserve you,” he said, his chest rumbled in my ears as he spoke because my head was pillowed against it. I had forgotten his distinctive scent of hay (which reminded me of horses), leather
