Oleg
I ease out of Story and help her up off the bed and into my bathroom for a couples shower. Washing Story has become my favorite pastime. Right after f*****g her. Kissing her. Having her in my bed. Having her in my apartment. Having her as my girlfriend.
I take my time with her, running soapy hands all over her smooth skin, shampooing her hair.
She’s tired and can barely stand after the o****m I gave her, so I hold her up as we go. Towel her dry when we’re done. I tuck her into bed and go out to the kitchen to get us a couple glasses of water.
And that’s when I see it.
A bottle of Sovetskoye Shampanskoye sitting on the countertop with a red ribbon tied around the neck. I somehow force my fingers to move, to pick up the little card attached. My name is printed in the bold scrawl I
