Did Nadia just call me his…wife? There must be some sort of misunderstanding, because what the fuck? My thoughts whither and vanish as he sits beside me on the mattress and wraps his arm around my waist. The heavy weight of his hand settles on my hip, large and imposing, and effectively steals my breath. His fingers splay out on the fabric, and even though our skin is separated by the nightgown, he might as well be touching me naked. He’s never touched me this way, and the novelty of it throws me off.
