Dmitry
Gospodi, kakaya zhe ona milaya. [Lord, she is cute.]
Her eyes dart around the kitchen, landing on the counter, the stove, the window, anywhere but me. It is almost impressive how hard she is trying not to look guilty.
I smile before I can stop myself.
My kitten thought we f****d last night. That fact alone makes something warm settle in my chest. Pride, amusement, and sheer pleasure.
Not calling her kitten was taking a toll on me, but at least Tamer can. And she won't feel the hurt I caused her when he does.
“I wasn’t checking you out,” she blurts, too fast to be believable, lips twitching like she is fighting a smile.
I hum, setting the bowl of soup down in front of her. “You look guilty,” I say calmly. “Like a cat caught with a mouse in its mouth.”
She shoots me a look, th
