A stab of jealousy made me relive those days when I was jealous of Nika. I wished Alexander could smell my jealousy, and that he would like it.
We remained silent for a while while I dressed. Then I heard his steps approaching me, heavy on the carpet, and I stood very still when he wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me closer until I felt the hardness of his chest and stomach against my back. With his free hand, he carefully moved my loose and tangled hair to one side. He bent over me to kiss my now bare shoulder in a slow, affectionate gesture.
“You recovered very well from this,” he commented, and left more kisses over the parallel scars on my back, shoulder, and arm, with a low growl. “They’re barely noticeable.”
“It seems you did a good job with the patches.”
“Will you wait fo
