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“What are you gonna do, Tee?”
When I press my lips together, I realize that I’m biting down a smile. “I think-”
A sharp knock at the door has me jerking in alarm.
“Tiana?” A gutturally deep voice chimes in from behind the door, followed by another knock.
“Kirill!” I gasp, staring at my friend, who looks equally startled.
“Jesus! Scared the shit out of me,” Roxie whispers and follows me as I walk quickly out of the bathroom.
“Tiana!” It’s Kirill again.
“What are you gonna do?” Roxie is at my shoulder when I reach the door.
“Shhh!” I hush her, gathering my composure as I reach for the doorknob.
“Are you gonna tell him?” she mouths silently.
I don’t answer, just brace myself, and yank the door open. “Hi,” I say, staring up into Kirill’s violently beautiful face. His dark eyes stare back down at me as I gaze up at him. He towers over me like a mountain every time, but right now, he seems unusually broad and tall.
“Is everything alright?”
“It’s been a long day, Ptichka. It’s time to go to bed.” There’s a finality to the words that makes a part of me want to rebel. Roxie has given a little snort behind me. But his voice is heavy with exhaustion, and right now, the bigger part of me just wants to be with him. And somewhere deep down, I feel like he wants the same.
“Sure,” I say, wanting to reach out and touch him. Instead, I look over my shoulder at Roxie, who’s frowning at me. “I’m bushed, Rox. You should get some sleep too. We’ll catch up in the morning, okay?”
“Sure,” she says slowly, as if she’s not buying this. I don’t really care, though that makes me feel a little bit guilty. I brought her here to keep my company, and now I’m leaving her alone barely an hour after she arrived. I reach in for a quick hug, step out of the door, and close it behind me.
Kirill is watching me silently. As I reach his side, he takes my hand. His fingers are warm and strong around mine. There’s a strange sense of comfort in his firm grasp, and I’m fighting down a little smile as we reach our room.
Our room.
At what point did I start thinking of it like that?
Why do I even think of it like that?
And why does it feel right to think of it like that?
Kirill is silent as he steps aside for me to enter the room and then shuts the door behind us. He hasn’t said anything more since we left Roxie’s room.
“What’s wrong?” I tip my head back to look up at him as he walks over to stand in front of me.
“Nothing.” He touches my cheek with his fingertip. Even that small gesture makes me catch my breath. “Ty krasivyy, Ptichka. You are beautiful.”
There’s an intensity to his mood that unsettles me. I can’t tell if he’s upset, or just lost in thought. But if anything, there’s something in his eyes that makes my chest tighten. Something I’ve not seen before.
His fingertip trails down my cheek, then my throat, then stops at the top of my T-shirt. “You are still wearing these things.”
“Yeah.” I swallow because my mouth has grown dry. “I like dressing casual when-”
His finger on my lips silences me. “I did not ask for an explanation.”
“Right.” Not that I want to talk. I’m at a loss for words right now. Which is fine, because he doesn’t seem like he’s here to talk either. When his mouth brushes mine, my lips part automatically, and I allow myself to be lost in the sensation. His kiss is hungry, almost desperate. As if he’s been starving for me. And maybe he has, considering how distant he’s been lately.
I don’t care about the reason, though. All I can think about is the way his tongue sweeps into my mouth, claiming every inch of my soul. His hands hungrily roam my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My back hits the door with a thud as he presses his hardening cock against me. I can feel how much this affects him too, and it sends a thrill through me that I still have this power over him. Even after all this time.
Do I have that power though?
