Meadow POV
When Ivan breaks the kiss my lips feel bruised. It's strange how right being with him again feels. I've been so angry with him for so long. I never expected to be in Russia, let alone allowing him to kiss me. "I'm sorry, Meadow," he says, bringing me out of my thoughts. He presses his forehead against mine. "I feel like you are saying that a lot, but we were both wrong, Ivan." "No, I mean yes, I am sorry for not listening, but I'm even more sorry for not realizing I didn't need to treat you like you were to delicate for our world," he says.
"I knew you had suffered after losing your parents and grandmother. I wanted only your happiness, but I did a sh*t job. I won't fail you again, malyshka," he says. "We won't fail each other again, Ivan. I have never been one to hold my ton
