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I cracked the door open fully.

I found my T-shirt also thrown on the ground next to a pair of boxers, and in my bed was a very naked Xeniya. She slept on her side with one of her legs slid outside my covers, showing me part of her round ass that I so desperately wanted to squeeze as I sank inside her.

It would be a lie to say seeing her naked in my bed didn’t make me hard.

Her back was to me, her hair tied in a loose braid over her shoulder. I bent down, my fingers hovering.

Despite my better judgment, I gently pulled out her scrunchie and began running my fingers through her hair, unbraiding it. I wanted to see the full picture of her hair messy in my bed… like I’d just fucked her.

She stirred and moaned, her eyes snapping open when she realized someone was stroking her shoulder.

“Hello, Moy Oduvanchik.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Xeniya Morozova

Age 20

Moy Oduvanchik.

Fear spiked in my stomach, and for a moment, I had no idea where I was. A shiver ran down my back, and I felt a gentle caress on my shoulder.

I moaned, the sensation so wonderful.

But then my eyes jolted open.

“Hello, Moy Oduvanchik.”

Shock filled the chambers of my heart. I stilled, feeling him behind me, his heat, his presence—everything. His hand still stroked my back. I blinked and then again. What was happening? Where was I?

I peered down, realizing I was very, very naked under the sheets. But were they my sheets?

I took in a slow inhale that turned shallow. No, they didn’t smell like me. They smelled like him—the same man who was currently stroking my back.

Moy Oduvanchik.

Severin Volkov.

Then it all hit me. Him punching my date, chasing me down in the quad, touching me, kissing me, and then leaving.

I groaned.

Kill me now.

I pulled the white sheets up to my chin and rolled over to find him kneeling beside his bed, his head now inches from my face.

I blinked slowly, staring at him, holding my breath. He didn’t move away. Instead, he planted his hand on his bed and watched.

He tilted his head, his gaze stroking over my entire body like his hand had just done over my neck and shoulder.

And once again, I realized I was naked… and what that could mean to him.

Did he think I planned this? That I wanted him to find me naked? Was it an invitation to him?

“I… I… sometimes when it’s⁠—”

“You undress in your sleep when it’s hot,” he interrupted. “I know.”