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Nikolai
I wake up with Chloe’s small body wrapped in my arms and my brain flush with happiness. The glowing, incandescent kind that feels as flickering and fleeting as the burning wick of a candle.
As I have for the past week since we admitted our feelings, I absorb the feel of her, the sensation of her warm skin pressing against mine, of her delicate curves molding against the hard planes of my body, of her breath fanning over my forearm. And as has been the case for the past week, I battle an urge to wake her and demand the words from her again, so I can hear her soft, husky voice telling me she loves me.
It’s bad enough I force her to say it to me every night, each time I take her.
Burying my face in her hair, I breathe in her scent, the sweet freshness of flowers shaded with sl
