Page 104 of Primal God

I want to argue, but don’t. Instead, I let him pull me into his embrace on the couch, resting my injured arm across his chest.

“Thank you,” I say.

He kisses the top of my head. “Always,minha vida.”

I doze off, allowing myself to rest.

When I finally wake up, it’s dark outside. Dimitri stirs next to me, yawning.

“That was a good nap.”

“I agree.”

He asks, “Are you in any pain?”

“A little.”

“I’m going to grab you a pain pill and fix you something to eat. Does anything sound good?”

“Not really.”

“Toast? Grilled cheese sandwich? Soup?”

“Maybe some toast.”

“On it.”

He disappears into the kitchen. I push myself to a sitting position, careful not to jostle my arm. A moment later Dimitri comes back carrying a tray.

“Now this is service I could get used to,” I tease, as he sets the tray on the coffee table.

He hands me three pills and some water to take them with. When I’m finished, he hands me the plate. Then he watches me like a hawk while I pick at my food.

Finally, I say, “You’re making me nervous.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.” I pat the spot next to me. “Sit. Act like a normal human being.”

He snorts, taking a seat next to me.

“Thanks.” I reach for the remote. “Find something for us to watch.”

“What do you usually like to watch?”

I list off some reality TV shows, including my favorite one that takes place on a super yacht.

“If reality TV isn’t your thing, I’m always down for a good suspense movie.”

He scrolls the TV, coming to a stop on my favorite show. With a smile, he starts the episode.

The next morning I wake up next to Dimitri in his bed. He’s awake, scrolling on his phone and has his readers on.

“Did I ever mention how sexy I think you look in those?”

He puts aside his phone. “Oh? Tell Daddy all about it.”

I push myself to a sitting position, only to wince in pain.

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