Natasha
When I finally pulled back from the kiss, we were both breathing hard.
Mikhail's eyes searched mine in the darkness, and I could see the fear there.
He probably thought that he said and revealed too much.
"Say something," He whispered. "Please."
I traced the line of his jaw, trying to find the right words. "How long have you known?"
"Known what?"
"That you love me."
He was still inside me, our bodies pressed together, and I felt him tense.
"I don't know. Today, maybe? When I saw you with the children. Or maybe it's been longer and I just didn't want to admit it."
He paused. "Are you angry?"
"Angry?" I almost laughed. "Mikhail, I've been in love with you for years."
His eyes widened. "What?"
"Years," I repeated, my voice cracking. "Maybe since the beginning. Maybe s
