“You didn’t agree to this in front of Sergei yet. You can go back in there and tell them you don’t want to marry me.” He leans close so his presence towers over me, confiscating any type of personal space I could have. “But I do want to marry you.” “Why the hell would you?” “Hmm.” He grabs my chin between his thumb and forefinger and slightly tilts my head back. The touch is barely-there, but it feels so
