“Hmm, I like it when you talk Russian. Even though you mostly just curse in that language.” Putting his mouth to her ear, he whispered something else in Russian. It gave her the chills in the best way. “What did that mean?” she asked. “You’re the person I want to spend the rest of my life trapping under the covers while I fart.” Bree stared at him. “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
