![]() ![]() ![]() For such a powerful giant, he could be incredibly gentle when the moment called for it. Since discovering I was pregnant, Sergei had been insatiable yet so tender with me. Hugging his pillow, I let the memories of yet another torrid night together warm me. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat, I dragged his pillow closer and tugged the sheet that was twisted around my thick hips up around my naked breasts. Unable to help myself, I lowered my face to the silky cotton and pressed my nose against the fabric to inhale that familiar, comforting scent of eucalyptus and him that made every morning utter perfection. The sheets were still warm under my palm. Blinking, I rolled onto my side and slid my hand over the empty space next to me. Stretching my arms overhead, I inhaled a deep, slow breath and gradually awakened to the sound of a running shower. Second, a high-five to Jayha for making me laugh with her tale of ratchet potato salad and colorful family reunions. Any mistakes in details of the story are my own! ![]() ![]() First, a very huge thanks to Rimma for answering all my silly (and not so silly!) questions about Russian culture and language. ![]()
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