Dima
Dima“I just checked on Nikolai, and he’s fine. Bingeing Netflix. Want to go for a walk?” Natasha leans a hip against the office door frame, looking like sunshine itself. Yesterday Ravil sent Adrian here with clothes and necessities for both of us and more groceries, so at least she’s not driving me insane in that tiny t-shirt and my boxers.
Not that the halter top and short-shorts are any better.
I had Adrian bring her expensive gourmet chocolate bars, too, which made her look at me in a way that seared my insides.
It’s been two days of us being friends, which is the best and worst thing ever.
For one thing, it’s way too easy. Too comfortable. Almost like we shot past the tearing our clothes off around each other straight into the sweetest long-term marriage minus the s*x.
She’s
