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The moment his hands touched my shoulders, my eyes closed. A heavenly breath rolled off my lips from the blissful touch of his skilled fingers. He knew exactly how to target the tension and knead it away precisely.
"We should do these more often," he suggested.
"I'll make sure to pencil you in." I joked. "I hardly have time to shower, you know." The thought of finding time for a massage was tiring in itself.
"The life of an athlete."
"Tell me about it."
Kova dug deep and pressed hard and I moaned from the pressure. I loved it so much.
"There is a lot of tension. Let me know if I am hurting you."
"You're not. I like it harder…" I hummed in pleasure. "It feels good. Like when you press slow but deep, it feels the best."
Kova's hands paused, and it caught my attention. I felt the telltale signs of concealed laughter.
"What?" I asked, trying to peer over my shoulder.
He stifled a chuckle. "You say my Russian is showing, but sometimes you do not even realize what you say."
I thought about what I’d said, and how it could be taken any other way when it finally hit me. Fuuucccckkkk. Talk about delayed reaction. God, I was so stupid today.
"Oh, hell." I laughed, mortified. I covered my face. I like it harder…it feels good. "I wasn't thinking."
"Obviously. Anything that is innocently spoken to a man is never taken that way at first. Remember that."
"Believe me, I will now."
The quiet solitude of the room ensued, and I smiled to myself, happy that my plans for the night changed. I knew the moment I walked into my empty condo I would break down and cry myself to sleep. I’d felt it during practice and I almost looked forward to it. But now I felt lighter, more optimistic. My chest didn't hurt, and I could breathe a little easier. I didn't feel like crying anymore, and I was so happy about that. I hated crying.
I felt like Kova had worked out my issues without even knowing he did.
Days like this got to me. Days when Kova knew what I needed without me having to say anything. When he saw the underlying issue, could feel it trying to burst from me, and then took measures into his own hands to help me. There'd been countless times this had happened. When he saw what I needed when no one else had, and he gave it to me fully.
To live in this outrageous, intense and hectic world of elite gymnastics, everyone needed a lifeline. Someone they could hang on to when times were tough, when life felt all-consuming or the future seemed bleak, they could see the crash coming before anyone else and be there. We all had that one go-to person who we relied on when it didn't make sense to anyone except them. Who accepted all our flaws and imperfections.
Kova was my lifeline whether I wanted to admit it or not. I didn't want to drown. I wanted to stay afloat, and he was my ultimate salvation. I clung to him.
He was controlling, but I was selfish. Had I ever once given him what he needed? Even once?
I didn't want to think about my answer.
I opened my eyes, tired and a little disoriented. Yawning, I glanced around the dim room trying to figure out where I was and why I was so st
iff.
Across from me, Kova was asleep in his leather desk chair. His legs were spread wide with one leg straight and the other bent, his jaw was propped up on his fist, and still only in his netted shorts and nothing else. I watched him for a few moments, quietly taking him in. My gaze dipping to each feature of his handsome face when I noticed the tension knitted between his blackish brows. Unforgiving lines pulled at the corners of his eyes, his thick lashes laying in half moon crescents on his cheeks. Even while he slept, he had something on his mind.
Kova stirred, his eyes moving beneath his lids. He drew in a deep breath and exhaled. He must've felt me staring at him.
"Hey," I said. He gave me a lazy smile that was so damn hot. "I can't believe I fell asleep. You should've woken me up."
"You looked like you needed the rest. I did not want to wake you."
Early morning sleepy voice was sexy on Kova.
"But don't you need to go home?"
