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Lucas
Yulia’s breathing takes on the steady rhythm of sleep, but I’m wide awake, my heart pounding heavily in my chest. Did she mean it? Did she know what she was saying?
Did she know it was me she was saying it to?
I want to shake her awake and demand answers, but I resist the impulse. I don’t know what I would do if Yulia told me it was Misha she was dreaming about. The mere thought of it burns me like acid. If I found out she meant the words for him…
No. I can’t go there. I don’t want Yulia looking at me like I’m a monster again.
Tightening my arm around her ribcage, I brush my lips across her temple and close my eyes, trying to relax. It was most likely a slip of the tongue, something she mumbled by accident, but even if there’s some truth to her words, why should I care? s*x
