Where the hell are George and Svetlana? I’ve never been more eager to see the two of them before. If they don’t come and scoop Lev away so I can have the little narushitel all to myself, I might go insane.
Alyssa hasn’t made eye contact with me in several minutes. She’s making a big show of coming off as calm and unflustered but her knuckles are white, her face is pinched, and her arms are prickled with goosebumps.
She’s as much of a mess as I am.
Lev springs to his knees all of a sudden. “Hey! I saw him. I saw him!”
Alyssa beams—grateful for a distraction, I’m sure. “I wanna see, too!” She runs over to Lev and the two of them sit there and stare up at the tree as though it’s gonna start shedding gold leaves.
I take the opportunity to adjust my erection so that it’s not so obvious.
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