“What is taking her so long?” Sergei asked impatiently.
He was leaning back against the pillows he had stacked up behind him. His arms were folded across his bare chest and he was frowning at the closed door.
“Maybe she really had to go,” Dimitri said dryly.
He was lying back against the pillows. He hadn’t slept much at all. Every time he would start to doze off, he found either a hand, foot, or an entire body on him. He had never seen anyone sleep so soundly while moving so much. His eyes drooped as he relaxed. She had been sprawled half across his chest while her feet had been on Sergei.
“I heard the toilet flush and the water in the sink turn on,” Sergei insisted. “Do you think she might be trying to sneak out?”
“There is no window in the bathroom, just the clear glass looking into
