Early that morning, Ruslan caught a familiar scent. He remembered how he had pressed Polina to the bed — still sleepy, still not fully aware.A floral blend of peach and pear. The scent of her ovulation.
Now that his stubborn mate had stopped blocking their bond, the day promised to be interesting.
At home, he deliberately did not touch her. The Alpha was certain the girl would give in first and come to him herself. After all, it was he who had endured lessons in self-control for so painfully long.
After breakfast, they went to the office together. Ruslan persuaded her to ride in the same car. Of course, he helped Polya get in. While fastening her seatbelt, he stroked her cheek. During the drive, he kissed her palm and placed her hand on his thigh. Casually caressed it, never crossing th
