A black four-door pulled up outside his cottage in the woods, and a head full of blonde hair hopped out, carrying two shopping bags in her hands.
Nikolai Petrovich stepped out of the small garage, wiping his greasy hands on a rag.
Her eyes lit up when she spotted him, cheeks turning rosy from the perpetual cold.
“Hey.”
He tossed the rag over his shoulder and pulled her into a hug. “Missed you.”
She chuckled, letting him hold her, although the bags obstructed the way.
He didn’t care, pulling back and smashing his lips to hers.
“I didn’t know you were coming,” he rasped between the kiss, devouring her warm mouth like a man chilled to the last bone in his body. Loving the way she smelled. All fruity and flowery.
Fuck, he’d missed her.
“It was supposed to be a surprise.” The bags hit
