Page 69 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

It sends bolts of electricity through my entire body.

I seem to always want to be touching her. No matter what we’re doing, it just feels right. I want to be connected to her.

When I first saw Clara, it was an instant obsession that seemed to come out of nowhere, and it slammed into me like a truck. I wanted to know everything about her. Iwantedher. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, day and night. Which is why I started following her everywhere.

But it was aprimalfeeling.

That feeling lasted for ages, even after I took her, and yes, it’s still here. I still feel it, but there is somethingelsenow too.

The primal feeling didn’t scare me at all. It was something I could understand. I know raw attraction.

This new feeling is not something I understand, and quite honestly, it makes me nervous.

I don’t know if it is good to be so attached to someone, to the point where you feel you need them.

The thought of her not being around is like an ache in my body.

My heart pulls tight and feels heavy when I think about it.

She has become such a part of my life now—my daily routine, my plans and thoughts—

If I have to put it really bluntly, to embrace it fully, I will have to admit to myself that I have feelings for her.

But—

That would be terrible.

Because I know this entire situation cannot last forever.

The day will come when I have to let her go.

Out in the open air, with bright green foliage around us, I feel my mind relaxing.

Clara runs ahead along the path leading into the woods.

It’s early, and there is still a light layer of dew on the ground and on all the leaves of the trees. The sun is catching it, creating a glare of light when viewed from the right angles.

Clara turns to look at me over her shoulder, her long hair spinning around her and catching the light as well; it looks like an angel's aura. She looks breathtakingly beautiful.

Just as I am thinking this, she slips and lands on her butt in the mud.

I can’t help myself. I double over laughing, so loud and so hard I have to stop walking and clutch my stomach.

I want to go help her up, but the laughter is too intense.

I hear her laughing too and look over to find her on her hands and knees, her butt covered in mud, her knees soaked, her bright blue gym tights looking pretty dirty before we’ve even hit the hiking trail.

When I manage to calm the laughter, I walk over to offer her my hand to help her up and she slaps it away. “Rude.” She laughs. “You should have just taken a photo and then you could have had that moment to remember forever.”

When I offer my hand again she takes it and pulls herself to her feet. She leans over and brushes both muddy hands over my jacket with such a naughty grin on her face that we both crack up laughing again.

“Do you want to go home and change quickly?”

She shrugs. “I doubt that is the last time I’ll wipe out on this hike. There really is no point.”

I grab her waist and hug her close to me, pressing my lips against hers. Fuck. She is perfect. She is funny, crazy, silly and beautiful. Absolutely perfect.

I release her and she throws me one last grin before she starts along the path again.

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