What’s wrong is that Mila and Katya were right: I’ve been in denial. I thought I could have Andrey without needing him. I thought I could be close to him without it changing me.
But I’m more tangled up in the father of my baby than I might ever be able to undo.
For tonight at least, I want him to feel the same way.
“Do you trust me?” The words barrel out of my mouth before I can second-guess them.
I’m stiff with nerves as I move to my closet and pull out two Hermes scarves that he gifted me. They felt too luxurious to wear, but I’ve found the perfect use for them now.
Andrey is watching me with a singular focus from the bed. When I climb over him and press one of his wrists to the bedpost, he doesn’t fight. Not as I wrap the scarf around his hand. Not even as I pull the knot tight.
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