Page 67 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

“This is amazing, Alexei. I can’t believe you did all of this—for me.” The words catch in my throat a little because I feel a lump forming there.

He spent hours in the kitchen while I was sleeping, just preparing this.

I am so blown away.

What does this mean?

Does this mean that he has feelings for me, too?

He takes my plate from in front of me and dishes up my dinner. Then he does the same for himself and sits down next to me, our legs brushing against each other under the table, that simple touch causing a fire to spark inside me.

“I’m sorry I got so upset this morning.” He runs his hand over my thigh as he speaks. “When I woke up and you weren’t there, well—let’s just say that I know how you felt when I left you in the house alone."

“Alexei, I am the one who needs to say sorry. I got angry with you for leaving me and then I did the same thing to you. I didn’t mean to—" I bite my lower lip.

He shakes his head. “Well, we can both just forget that happened and remember the stargazing?”

“Agreed,” I grin.

“How’s the lamb?”

“It’s so soft it’s just falling apart when I cut it. It’s incredible.”

I dip a piece of meat in mushroom sauce and pop it into my mouth. The lamb melts across my tongue.

Alexei is very cuddly though dinner, his hand always on my leg or brushing over my arm. He constantly reaches out to touch me, and I find myself leaning towards him each time.

He is chatting about his family, the holidays, how everyone gets so excited and the feast is so big they have leftovers for everyone to take home.

He makes his family sound so amazing. Like families in movies. A warm, loving environment where they are there for each other, but also tease each other and have a laugh.

I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to have a family like that, and I find myself so lost in his stories, he makes me feel like I am there.

After dinner we clear the table together. Alexei packs the dishwasher while I put the leftovers from our dinner into Tupperware in the fridge.

When the kitchen is clean, he reaches over and pulls me close. “Are you ready for dessert, movies, and a little bit of a snuggle?”

I giggle. “I am definitely ready for that.”

“Go through to the living room. I’ve already put the blanket out. You can start choosing the movie for us.”

I am busy flicking through some options, wanting to settle on a romantic comedy but knowing that guys generally don’t go for that kind of genre, when Alexei walks in with a tray.

He places it on the coffee table.

Red velvet cupcakes, popcorn, chocolates and hot chocolate with marshmallows melting in it.

“Alexei, I am going to need to start running around the inside of the house to work all of this off." I laugh loudly. “It all looks so good.”

He chuckles as he climbs under the blanket next to me, stretching his feet out onto the coffee table next to the tray of movie snacks.

“I know some other really good cardio options to work this off.” He grins.

I giggle and snuggle up against him.

Again, I feel this warning in the pit of my stomach, telling me to calm down, to stop falling for him, but it’s impossible.

How can I not fall for him? He is perfect.

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