Page 100 of Koroleva

Before she could say anything inappropriate again, I dragged her to the dance floor.

"I’ll dance."

Several couples were already dancing, among them, my father with Jelena.

Nikita settled against my body. She rested her head on my chest as if it was the most natural thing in the world and let herself sway in my arms. It wasn’t a sexual dance, rather an intimate and trusting one.

Between the shootout and the issue with the Colombians' cargo, she was very worried; however, now she appeared pliable, almost lax.

'You've done well, very well,' I admitted into her ear, pressing my lips beneath her earlobe.

She sighed and snuggled even closer against my body, while 'All of Me' by John Legend carried our movements.

Intelligent mouth drawing me in,

and without you, I'm being kicked out.

My head is spinning,

no joke, I can't tell

what's going through that beautiful little head.

I'm on your mystery journey,

and I'm so dizzy, I don't know what hit me,

but I will be okay.

My head is under water,

but I'm breathing fine,

you're crazy and I'm out of my mind.

Because all of me

loves all of you.

Love your curves and your edges,

all your perfect imperfections,

give me all of you,

and I will give you all of me.

You are my end and my beginning,

even when I lose I'm winning,

because I give you all of mine,

and you give me all of yours.

The song seemed to be about us, except for the love part, though I was discovering that I liked my wife, despite her edges and mistrust, almost as much as Yuri had predicted.

Yuri, Yuri, Yuri… I wish he were here to clarify this whole situation.

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