I love Dima, but he’s dangerous, so I have to leave him, but I can’t leave him because I love him. And around and around it goes, irritating and endless. I’m getting pretty damn sick of it.
I feel a presence behind me and turn around to see Dima, huge and shirtless. I press my finger to my lips to signal we shouldn’t talk too loud.
I shrug. “I slept some.”
“I know. You drooled on me.”
Dima chuckles. I feel it as much as I hear it—a warm, pleasant rumble in my bones. Why do the simplest of his mannerisms make me feel like this? He winks and I melt. He smiles and I evaporate. He laughs and every cell in my body laughs along with him.
“So what’s next?” I ask, eager to change the subject.
“I throw you over my shoulder, carry you back to bed, and f**k you until you can’t walk right.”
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