I pulled myself out of the pool, water sluicing down my skin as I padded over to stand between his legs. I ran a hand into his hair, and a rough noise sounded low in his throat. He grabbed my hips, pulled me closer, and pressed his face against my stomach. “Fuck, I missed you, malyshka.” Water dripped off my body, soaking his suit. My throat felt tight as warmth and relief coalesced in my chest. “I apologize for making you leave.” “Don’t ever do it again.” “I won’t.”
