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I feel silly for asking. “Right. Of course not.” I take a bite of the pork knuckle and my eyes close with delight. “Wow. That is amazing.”
“Are you going to say everything is amazing?” he asks, still amused.
I nod shamelessly. “This is my first time out of the U.S. Everythingisamazing.”
“I can’t believe your ex never took you anywhere.” He carefully avoids my eyes, picking at the fried cheese without eating.
“Anthony and I put our money into other stuff. A house, a car. Practical things.”
He purses his lips at the mention of Anthony’s name. I think about telling him that Anthony made a recent reappearance, but I don’t want to get into a conversation about my ex while we’re in this city.
“Traveling is practical,” Misha says. “You’ll learn about the world, other cultures. It’s important. I’ll make sure you travel often.”
I want to ask if Misha will travel with me. If we’ll take frequent romantic trips together. Instead, I shake my head and put my defensive front back up. “That’s surprising. I thought I’d be under lock and key for the rest of my life.”
Misha leans back in his seat and regards me, still toying with the knife in his fingers. “Is that why you had a panic attack before the wedding?”
I raise my eyes to his in surprise. “Nikita told you?”
“No. I had a hunch. Which you just confirmed.”
Dammit.“It was… about a lot of things.”
“Tell me what they were.” It’s a command, but a gentle one. I don’t sense disapproval as much as curiosity.
Maybe this is his attempt at being friends. Most people on their honeymoon are a lot more than friends. But Misha and I aren’t most people, are we?
“I guess I just—I really missed Clara,” I explain haltingly. “I felt like I was making this big life decision all alone. No parents, no family, no friends. Just me in a white dress walking down an empty aisle.”
“At least you had the dress this time.”
That makes me smile. “I’m surprised you remember.”
“I pay attention when you talk.”
“That’s a definite upgrade. Anthony never listened to me.”
“Then I’d say you’re making progress in the husband department.”
We exchange a smile. Against my better judgment, I’m thawing towards Misha.
Being reserved and keeping my distance isn’t as easy as I imagined. It took a lot of energy and willpower. Two things I don’t have in a city as beautiful as this one.
So I let myself soften. I let myself lean into this comfortable, exciting, exhilarating feeling.
And I blame it all on Prague.
83
MISHA
We are back in the hotel room around midnight.
Considering we flew in only this morning, I expected Paige would be exhausted and ready for bed. But she plucks off her shoes and makes straight for the balcony.
I watch her for a moment, barefoot and beautiful as she turns her face to the moon. It brings back a memory that I really don’t need on my mind right now.
But even as I step onto the balcony behind her, I see a fleeting image of her arched neck from the night we met. I hear an echo of those frantic moans. I feel the heat race to my cock as I remember the moment I thrust into her for the very first time, all on a balcony not that much different from this one.
