When I open my eyes, the first thing I see is Dimitri’s body next to mine. He is still laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. I am surprised to see him like that, by this hour he is usually gone or about to leave. I contemplate him in silence, his strong features, his sharp jawline, and his chest going up and down slowly as he breaths.“Do you want to come with me to pick up Bolt from the vet?” He asks, his eyes still fixed to the ceiling. “Yes,” I reply. I appreciate any chance of getting out of the complex and I am also eager to see how the dog is doing. We get dressed and have breakfast. His face is still a little swollen from the blows he received last night, but his injuries don’t make him look ugly, they actually give him an air of bad boy that suits him well.

Once we are back home, Dimitri takes a seat in the living room and I go into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I open the fridge and I stick my head inside to cool myself down. I can’t believe we were about to kiss… or maybe I just imagined it… I don’t know if he was going to kiss me or not, but what I do know for sure is that I wanted to kiss him. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel this way?“Victoria,” Dimitri calls my name from the living room. I slowly walk towards him and I stand a few steps from where he is sitting. “Is there anything you want?” “Anything I want?” I repeat confused. “Yes, I was wondering if there was anything you needed or wanted that I could get for you,” he clarifies.  

Two days later, I am having breakfast by myself with Bolt by my side, Dimitri went out very early, I ignore where he is and today is Margaret’s day off so that means I get to be alone for the day. While I eat, I think of the day Dimitri and I kissed and the way it made me feel. Just thinking about it makes my heart race. He hasn’t kissed me again since that day, I sometimes feel like I want to kiss him but I am too shy to make a move. I would be mortified if my husband rejected me. There must be a reason for him not to have kissed me again after all these days; maybe it’s because I am a bad kisser, or maybe, and this is the possibility that torments me the most, he is comparing me to the way Tatiana used to kiss him and I’m just not good enough. Maybe he prefers to keep the memory of the kisses he shared with his late girlfriend than to kiss me again.After breakfast I wander around the house, I go upstairs and I enter the empty r

I lie on the bed next to Dimitri, our legs intertwined with each other. We are both exhausted. I think of all the time we wasted being cruel and mean to each other instead of enjoying each other’s company. I feel like a fool, but I am glad that it is all behind us now. We just made love for the first time in our lives and I want to enjoy the moment of being in his bed with him. “A friend of mine is opening a nightclub tomorrow night. I was thinking we could go, you can ask your sister to join us if you want,” Dimitri suggest. I nod. A night out dancing and hanging out with my sister and my husband sounds perfect. Dimitri takes my left hand on his and then he looks at my wedding ring.“It’s a nice ring,” I whisper.“Yes… Irina picked it up,” he tells m

I wake up with Dimitri’s arms around me. I smile as I recall everything that happened last night. He starts to wake up too. I kiss his chin and he smiles that smile I love without opening his eyes yet. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he mutters lazily. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes, I slept like a baby,” I reply with a wide smile, then I look around the ample cabin. “So, who’s place this is?” “Mine... I bought a few years ago, I like to come here to clear my head,” he replies as he stretches his arms. “Now that I think about it, I never brought anyone here before, this place was kind of my secret... until now.”I kiss him before I lean my head on his chest. “Thank you for shari