“My body and brain aren't exactly on the same page when it comes to you,” I admitted.
“What's your brain telling you?”
“That I shouldn't want this with you.”
“And your body?”
“My body has lost its damn mind.”
"Childhood is dark and it's always moaning like a little animal that's locked in a cellar and forgotten. It comes out of your throat like your breath in the cold, and sometimes it's too little, other times too big. It never fits exactly. It's only when it has been cast off that you can look at it calmly and talk about it like an illness you've survived. Most grownups say that they've had a happy childhood and maybe they really believe it themselves, but I don't think so. I think they've just managed to forget it."
Wait for a time, exactly under the star.
He raises an eyebrow. “Am I unstoppable, sweetheart?”
“You are.”
“How about when it comes to you?”
“You still are… sometimes. I mean, I know you care about me, but that doesn’t mean you’re politically correct.”
“And I’ll never be.” He dismisses ever so casually. “In your mind, do I want to hurt or protect you?”
“Protect me.” I don’t even think about it.
Aiden might’ve wanted to hurt me at the beginning, but that’s changed. He doesn’t want to inflict pain on me anymore — except during sex sometimes, but that’s part of our foreplay.
Aiden is my number one protector now, and I can admit it out loud.
“Agnus is like me,” he emphasises every word. “He’s just like me.”
The realisation hits me like an eruption of a volcano. “He wants to protect my dad.”
“Exactly.”
But Tella knew exactly what type of game she was a part of: one that would destroy her and the people she cared about if she didn't win.
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“You’re not only my lover and my husband, you’re also my best friend and my partner in everything.”
“And you are mine, Lenochka.”
“I love you, Mr. Volkov.”
“I love you, Mrs. Volkov.”
And I’ll spend the rest of my life showing her how exactly how deep and raw that love is.
