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water cascading down his face. “You’re not panicking?” “Why would I?” “Because this means I love the fucking shit out of you, baby. I can’t live without you and you’re not allowed to leave me.”
“I’ve been yours since I met you, baby.” He rubs his chest against mine. “I literally have the ink to prove it.”
“Absolutely, and, baby?” He kisses the top of my head and his next words nearly give me a heart attack. “Even if you hate yourself, I’ll love you for the both of us.”
“Behave, Kolya. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Uh, baby. Kolya has a very important question. Can later be right now?”
“Don’t let it get to your head.” “Too late. I love how you couldn’t resist my dripping charm.” “More like shameless flirting and constant pushing.” “That comes with the charm.” “You’re impossible.”
“I thought you hated the touristy things and even kept apologizing to many people and whispering, ‘He’s American, sorry.’ I can’t believe they nodded in understanding and had the audacity to look like they were pitying you.” “Well, you talk too loud and keep making eye contact with strangers until they nearly shrivel and die.” “I thought they were stunned by my handsomeness.”
“Because I never wanted a prince. I prefer an unhinged motherfucker.” “Hey! That’s me!” I grin so wide, I can see my reflection in his bright eyes.
Astrid will definitely miss me, as she told me this morning. We formed a bond, and I’m telling you, that amazing woman will be my mother-in-law one day. My future father-in-law, however, likes to play hard to get.
Since Astrid and I are basically best friends now,
“If you don’t remember it, that could be an early sign of dementia. I suggest you call your doctor.” “You believe yourself to be funny?” “Not intentionally.” “I just don’t see it.” “Your dementia? No one does at early stages.”
Fuck me. He drew eyes for the first time in years and they’re mine
“The peasant should be honored and worship at your feet for you even looking in his direction.”
“Please tell me you top the motherfucker.” I let my lips curve into a smile as I shake my head. Lan’s face falls and he looks like he’s on the verge of a heart attack. “Bloody fucking hell!” He throws the door open and then shouts, “Nikolai, you fucking wank, come here.”
“Niko?” His dad’s voice filters through. “Are you decent or am I going to be exposed to your shenanigans?” “Go, Dad. I’m more indecent than a hooker on Satan’s lap!”
Never giving that painting up. Will probably have to put a request in my will to bury it with me so that when I meet Satan, I can tell him all about my lotus flower.
