Fractured Souls (Perfectly Imperfect, #6)

by Neva Altaj

“Now, onto the second issue. What the fuck is wrong with you all—collecting random unconscious women and taking them home with you?”

“You’re not falling apart, Asya.” I reach out and trace the line of her chin with my thumb. “You’re pulling yourself together.”

“Have you ever met someone who feels like they are a missing piece of you?” I ask. “A piece you didn’t even know you were missing until they stumbled into your life?”

“Beethoven.” She lifts her hand and traces the line of my jaw with the tip of her finger. “It’s called ‘Moonlight Sonata.’ It reminds me of you.”

His hand covers my lips. “Your first time is going to be with me,” he says next to my ear. “All that from before, it doesn’t count. Do you understand?”

He dips his head to whisper in my ear. “Because there was nothing left of me after you flew away, mishka.”

“I love you to the point of madness, Asya,” he whispers against my mouth, “and I really need you to be sure. Please.”

“I wish I had the words to explain,” I say next to her ear and kiss her earlobe, “how much I love you.”

“I have only one home.” She lifts her face to look right into my eyes and smiles. “You. You are my home now.”