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He stared at me for a bit longer before putting his knee on the bed with a sigh. “Fine. But let me take a shower first. I feel filthy.”
I let go of his shirt. “Okay.” I pointed behind him. “There’s a small shower there.” I shrugged one shouldered. “Hope you can fit. You are… so tall.”
He smiled and took his leg off the bed. “I’ll manage.”
He reached for his shirt and pulled it off. I held my breath as his chest came into view. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. I watched as he walked naked to the shower, his ass jiggling a bit, and I licked my lips. I didn’t even know I had it in me to feel passion so strong, but he pulled it out of me.
I listened as the shower started up, taking solace from the peaceful sound. At some point, my eyes must have drifted closed because I startled awake at a sound. I opened my eyes to see him drop his phone on my bedside table.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said.
I shook my head. “No, it’s fine.” I sat up, “I need to take a shower too.”
I pulled off the clothes that I was wearing, and it occurred to me that he didn’t have any of his own. I looked up at him, draped in my towel. I’d be happy for him to just walk around in that, but my grandmother was around.
“Shit, I don’t have anything that would fit you,” I said.
He grinned. “It’s fine. I have my gym bag in the car. It has a change of clothes and everything.”
“Oh. Do you need me to go and get it for you?”
“No. That’s not necessary. I’ll dry off and go get it myself.”
I looked down at his old clothes. They were wrinkled but fairly clean. Still, I grimaced. “Sorry about having to wear those again to go out.”
He smiled, picking up his sweatpants thatI’dbeen wearing. “I think I’ll wear this instead.”
“Lemme pop it in the washer for you.” I grabbed my robe, pulling it over my underwear and tying it securely.
“You don’t have to.”
“I insist.” I grabbed the clothes before he could say another word and hurried out of the room. Things felt so weird between us. And yet entirely… comfortable. I hadn’t really ever expected to see him in this space. It was a strange thing.
The two people I lov—
The thought stopped me cold.
I loved him. How could Ilovehim? I barely knew the man.
Maybe it’s Stockholm syndrome.
But how could it be? It’s not like he’d held me prisoner. I shook my head, baffled, as I entered the laundry room. My body was tired, but I was too wired to rest. I needed to do some sort of routine activity to calm me down. Laundry was good enough. I took the rest of the clothes from the basket, along with Alexei’s tracksuit and put them all to wash.
I heard a scrape and a step and then my grandmother was in the doorway, peering in at me. “What are you doing?”
I sighed. “Washing. Alexei doesn’t have a change of clothes.” I looked up at her cautiously. “He’s staying the night. You don’t mind, do you?”
She inclined her head, looking at me with soft eyes. “Of course not, dear. It’s clear that you need him.”
I blinked in surprise. “It is?”
“Yes.” Her voice gentle.
“I… think I’m in love with him.”
She came into the room and squeezed my shoulder. “Of course, you are.” She smiled. “You never do anything halfway.”
I sighed. “I’m not sure what I’m doing.”
