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With a curt nod, I cleared the remnants of our dinner. Then I settled back on the couch, reaching for the remote. Amy curled up beside me, a soft, sleepy smile on her lips. The tension that had hovered between us for so long seemed to have melted away, replaced by something gentler, warmer.

I scrolled through the options, and she pointed to an old classic, some black-and-white film she said she loved as a teenager.

“I haven’t seen this one in ages,” she murmured, her voice soft with nostalgia.

“Then it’s settled,” I said, clicking play. “We’ll watch your favorite.”

As the film began, I poured her another glass of wine and poured one for myself. She took a sip, her eyes glued to the screen, and I couldn’t help but watch the way her lips curved into a soft smile. The movie was slow-paced, filled with old Hollywood charm, but I was more interested in the way Amy’s eyes sparkled, and the way her laughter flowed easily as we watched.

After a while, she shifted closer, resting her head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in until she was practically in my lap. She fit against me perfectly, her warmth seeping into me, and I pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the subtle scent of her shampoo. It felt… right. Like this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

I kept her wineglass topped off, and as the evening wore on, I could feel her relaxing even more, her body melting into mine.

After the third glass of wine, her eyelids started to droop, her head lolling against my chest. I turned the volume down, stroking her hair gently.

“Getting sleepy?” I whispered.

“Mhmm,” she hummed, her eyes fluttering closed. “Just… a little.”

I chuckled softly, running my fingers through her hair as she let out a contented sigh. “Come on, sweet girl,” I said, my tone soft and coaxing. “It’s time for bed.”

She mumbled something incoherent, trying to keep her eyes open, but it was no use. I slid my arms beneath her, lifting her effortlessly off the couch. She let out a sleepy little laugh, her arms wrapping loosely around my neck as I carried her toward the bedroom.

“I like you taking care of me,” she murmured, her voice slurred with exhaustion.

I smiled down at her, my chest tightening with something that felt dangerously close to affection.

“Someone’s got to,” I teased gently as I pushed open the door to her bedroom with my foot.

The room was cozy and warm, with soft blankets piled on her bed. I laid her down carefully, pulling the covers up around her shoulders. She blinked up at me sleepily, her lips curving into a soft, grateful smile.

“You’re going to stay?” she asked, her voice so quiet I almost missed it.

“Of course,” I answered, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. I quickly shrugged off my shoes and jacket, then my pants and my shirt before slipping into bed beside her. The mattress dipped under my weight as I curled around her, pulling her back against my chest. She let out a soft, contented sigh, her body relaxing into mine.

I wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand resting on her stomach as I pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her neck. The scent of her skin, the warmth of her body—it was all so intoxicating, so perfectly right. She was soft and warm, and the steady rise and fall of her breaths was like a soothing lullaby that pulled me deeper into the moment.

As she drifted off, her breathing slow and even, I found myself lingering on the edge of sleep, holding her close, my thumb tracing lazy circles on her stomach. There was something about this—about her—that filled me with a sense of peace I hadn’t known I was missing.

For so long, my life had been filled with chaos, control, and power plays. But here, with her in my arms, it was like all the noise faded away. I tightened my hold on her, feeling her nestle closer in her sleep, and let my eyes flutter closed.

I hadn’t planned on her becoming something more than just a casual fling, but she was slipping past every guard I had put up in my life.

And if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t want to stop her.

I let out a slow breath, pressing one last kiss to the top of her head before finally letting sleep take me.

If I could fall asleep like this every night—holding her, feeling her warmth seep into me—I knew I’d be a happy man for the rest of my life.

CHAPTER 16

Amy

I woke slowly, cocooned in the warmth from his body, and my senses filled with the scent of him. His steady breaths stirred the hair at the nape of my neck, and the soft rise and fall of his chest pressed against my back was the most comforting thing I’d ever felt.

I blinked against the early morning light streaming through the curtains, letting myself really savor the moment before reality came crashing back, that this wasn’t just some dream. I was in my own bed, in my own apartment, but with Aleksei Morozov wrapped around me like he had every intention of keeping me here.

Like he had every intention of keepingme.

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