Chapter 9Adrian
We make love so often that I fear I’m getting addicted to it. I can no longer imagine falling asleep alone or making breakfast for myself. It’s scary, but I don’t want to ponder on all the things that could go wrong for the moment. I just want to enjoy whatever this is.
His hands are magic.
His kisses are out of this world.
I could have sworn his mermaid tattoo (he called her Rusalka) was below his left collar bone, not above the right one. Maybe my memory serves me wrong.
On Wednesday we take a romantic walk by the sea after dusk. Holding hands. We’re being unbearably sappy, and I love every second.
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No, my memory is fine. The tattoos are definitely moving. And the dragon one is always hot to the touch, even when the rest of Nikos is freezing cold from exposu
