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The ride to my apartment was silent, New York traffic wrapping around us like a blanket.
I leaned my head against the window, using my hair as a shield, and closed my eyes, listening to his steady, deep breaths.
Then it hit me: I could have him by my side every day, waking up next to him, sharing my space whenever I wanted. I’d convinced myself I feared getting addicted to him, but I already was.
There was no turning back now, and that was terrifying.
The sky looked dark and blurry, making me want to crawl into bed and sleep the day away.
Watching Magic Mike to distract myself didn’t seem like such a bad idea after all.
“We’re here.”
I opened my eyes, stretched, and reached for my bag.
I glanced at him, but he was staring straight ahead, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
His jaw ticked, and his hair was slightly messy. I couldn’t resist smoothing it back behind his ear.
At my touch, his body tensed.
He sighed deeply, then opened his door and walked around to my side, opening it for me. He extended his hand to help me out.
“Thanks,” I said, taking his hand.
He closed the door and leaned in close, his hands on either side of my head against the car.
He brought his lips to my ear, and I closed my eyes.
He kissed the curve of my neck gently.
“I am thirsty,” he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.
I felt a surge of hesitation, unsure about inviting him in, yet I didn’t want him to leave just yet.
“Would you like to come inside?” I asked, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.
He nodded, and I led the way.
“Where’s Dasha?” Mikhaïl asked.
Dasha had been working at a flower shop for a few weeks now. I had urged her to find a job to bring some normalcy back into her life. I’m thrilled to see that she has even made a couple of friends there.
“She’s in Boston for the weekend with a friend.”
Mikhaïl hummed.
My apartment was on the third floor, and the elevator was always out of order.
Climbing the stairs felt like running a marathon, a constant reminder that I needed to exercise more.
When we reached my floor, I glanced back at him. He looked completely fine, while I was almost out of breath.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said, opening the door and motioning for him to enter.
He stepped inside, a faint grin on his lips.
