He doesn’t argue with me, which is evidence enough that he’s in a significant pain.
I take off my heels, and rush into the kitchen to grab his painkillers and a glass of water and take them to Roman’s bedroom. He approaches the bed and then sits down with a stifled groan. In a painfully slow-motion, he raises his right leg onto the bed and reaches for the medicine bottle in my hand. After swallowing two pills, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
“Let me,” I say and take over.
He watches me in silence, then shrugs the shirt off and lies down on the bed. When I start unbuckling his belt, his hand covers mine and he shakes his head. “I’m sorry, malysh. Not tonight.”
“Jesus, I’m not intending to have s*x. I just need to see your leg.”
“Just leave it. It’ll pass.”
I ignore him and cont
