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Mikhail turns his gaze toward me, looks down at my hand on the work surface, then tilts his head to the side, offering me his chin. Slowly, I reach out and brush away the remnants of the flour using the back of my hand, taking slightly more time than necessary.
But Bianca . . . I want to touch her everywhere.
If I was a better man, I’d send her away, annul the marriage, and set her free. I guess I’m a bad man, though, because I don’t plan on letting her go.
“Turn around, Mikhail.” My voice is so faint, barely a whisper, but it feels like I’m yelling because my throat hurts like someone is scouring sandpaper over my vocal cords.
Nope, not crazy. Just in love with him.
“I'm not much to look at,”—another lick—“but I’ll make sure you never think about any other man, Bianca.”
“If I see any man touch you, I’m going to kill him, Bianca.”
The silent types are always the most dangerous.
I love her smile, the way it reaches her eyes reminds me of a sunray on a dark stormy day.
tvoyikh glazakh kusochek neba, solnyshko.”
“It means, ‘there is a piece of the sky in your eyes.’”
“The way you look at my Bianca. Like you would lay your body over a field of burning coals, so she could cross it without burning her feet.”
“He still has one eye left, but he’s blind as a bat anyway.”
“You are so sexy when you sign, husband.”
Allegra’s face is among them, horrified. I smile and wave at her.
“If anyone dared to touch you, I would chop off their hand. Like I should have done with that idiot at your Nonna’s birthday party,”
“And if someone was insane enough to try putting his mouth near my wife, I would behead him.”
“Women are hard to read in general, Mikhail. Sometimes, I feel they came from another fucking planet.”
