Kayla
KaylaAfter dinner, I fish in my purse for my bottle of eye drops and shake it, but it’s empty.
Pavel watches, his face impassive. “You okay?”
“My eyes are itchy from allergies. I need to pick up some more eye drops. Maybe I can run to the drug store tomorrow.”
“I can go tonight,” Pavel offers. “There’s one on the corner. I’ll take you back to the room and walk over.”
“I can walk with you,” I protest, then quickly tack on a “Master.” It’s funny how much of a gentleman he is when we’re out of the bedroom.
“You want to walk over? In your heels?”
“Yes,” I say. The truth is, I don’t want to be separated from him. There’s so much emotional distance between the two of us still, I can’t stand any more physical. Especially when I only have him for a short weekend. I also don’t mind the
