He’s clear across the room, but I can smell the booze coming off him. Booze and smoke and filth I don’t even have the words for. If Yelena didn’t want me near laundry detergent, she’s certainly going to have something to say about my proximity to this walking trigger warning.
“I was just… waiting for Mila,” I mumble uncomfortably. “I’m gonna head back to the pool house.”
Suddenly, his eyes go wide. Recognition flickers across his face.
“Natalia.” There’s a strange new silkiness in his voice. He runs a greasy hand through his even greasier hair. “It’s been too long.”
If you ask me, it hasn’t been nearly long enough.
His eyes slip down to my belly. There’s no denying my pregnancy anymore, but this is the first time I’ve felt so self-conscious about it. I feel vulnerable.
If that hideou
