For a second there, I was sure she was about to end that sentence differently. It’s bizarre how my body thrills at the thought. How my skin seems punctured with excitement, my extremities buzzing with need.
Love was not on my radar before now. I saw my parents love each other and lose each other. I saw Dimiv give up his entire life here for a quiet one in Moscow. Love is a liability, not an asset.
And besides, plenty of women have passed through this room before Alyssa, but I never cared about a single one. So what makes her so special?
Her kindness. Her patience. Her compassion. Her capacity to forgive. Her bravery. That blush. Those maternal instincts. The sight of a grinning orange cat peeking out from where her thighs meet…
She starts thrusting her hips upwards to meet mine. “More,
