[ANASTASIA]
I can’t breathe.
His arm, snug just below my breasts, holds me so tightly from behind that I’ve forgotten how to inhale like a regular person since last night.
It’s dawn now and I haven’t slept a wink. He might not have forced himself on me like I assumed he might but that doesn’t justify the way he occupied my bed like he owned it.
Fine. Perhaps he did own this technically, but it’s my room for the time being, dammit. How could he just storm in and sprawl over it like an eagle with its wings spread wide?
He’s everywhere on the bed. Everywhere. Not a single spot remains untouched by his scent. It’s practically infused in every inch of the space. It’s as if this place was never truly mine.
Ugh. I hate this. I hate this so much.
“Ivan!” I groan out of pure frustration. I c
