19KendraI finally had that talk with Anton about my mom
“This job isn’t supposed to take you away from your life,” Anton said. He had tucked some hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek. We had just finished having s*x — it hadn’t felt like f*****g in a long time now.
“So I can visit my mom?” I asked for clarification.
“As long as you are safe about it.” He wagged a finger at me.
My stomach had tightened at the word “safe.” Nothing about Anton screamed safe. In the bedroom, that was fine, but with his future child, with my mom, with me even… I sometimes didn’t know what to think, what to feel. “I’ll take Lucas with me,” I offered.
He made a face. “Lucas and Kiril, too.”
“Kiril?”
“Yes. Safety in numbers.”
“I don’t need—”
“Please. It would set my mind at ease.”
He wasn’t begging,
