We met as broken beings, but now we’re putting each other together again.
One piece at a time.
We were separate entities, but now, we’re one.
I’m hers.
She’s fucking mine.
Until death do us part.
“Does that mean you love me?”
He caresses my hair in gentle strokes. “I don’t only love you. I’m nothing without you. I don’t know when it started or when it grew into this fiery explosion, but I know for a fact that you’ve become an undivided part of me. You’re the solace I need every night and the light I look forward to every morning. I might have strived for power and prestige, but it took losing you to realize that my universe revolves around you.”
“Viktor?”
The mountain of a man turns around, raises a brow, probably not used to me dressing this way, before he schools his expression and nods. “Mrs. Morozova.”
I tap his shoulder teasingly. “What’s with being polite all of a sudden? Call me Sasha, or Aleksandra since you’re allergic to the diminutive form.”
“You’re the boss’s wife. I’ll call you by your official title.”
I roll my eyes. “You call him Kirill when you’re mad at him.”
“I’ll call you by your name when I’m mad at you.”
Jeez. He’s an unbending asshole.
The bitter truth slaps me in the face: I prefer being in this fucked-up coexistence with him than being happy without him.
Sasha
But then the supposedly dream-like Kirill slips what feels like a ring on my finger and whispers in my ear, “Welcome home, Solnyshko.”