One month later
Angelina
“Hey, how about we order some blinds for the windows downstairs?” I ask as I enter the bedroom. “We could also . . .”
Dressed only in sweatpants, Sergei is sitting on the bed and staring at the wall in front of him, his body still and eyes vacant. s**t. He hasn’t zoned out once since we got back from Mexico. I leave the stack of clean towels I’m carrying and slowly approach the bed.
“Hey, baby.” I stand between his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. “I was thinking, maybe we could paint the living room pink. That girly, pastel shade, you know?”
He doesn’t move a muscle. Leaning in, I press my lips to his and trail kisses from his mouth, up his cheek to his forehead, then continue down his nose until I reach his mouth again. This time, his lips move slightl
