Thankfully, she does as she’s told and toes off her sneakers and socks, before lifting her hips and taking off her pants. The sight is utterly enchanting. She shyly crosses her legs, but I’ve seen her, and I’ll never unsee the goddess before me.
She slips the crop top over her head so she sits before me totally naked.
“Боже мой, ты прекрасна.”
Oh my god, you are beautiful.
She arches a brow, hinting she has no idea what I just said. Which is why I reverted to my native tongue. I don’t want her knowing how absolutely smitten I am by her. I shouldn’t feel this way, but it’s not simply her looks that leave me a bumbling fool.
From the first moment we met, she has tried to understand me, to help me because she’s seen the darkness inside me. She’s seen it because it’s inside her too.
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