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“I understand that you can’t or shouldn't have to answer me. I am just—I’m not—all I am saying is that I understand the role I am playing in this situation,” she bites her lip.

I stand there like an idiot, not knowing how to respond to that. She stands up and without another glance towards me, shewalks out of the dining room. “Good night, Avraam,” I hear her say, just as she disappears through the doorway.

I stand there for a long time, battling my own guilt, the pressure I feel to make her happy.

It’s not my responsibility to make my prisoner happy. That’s not how the world works.

Finally, I head upstairs, after clearing the takeout boxes away just because I needed something to do.

I get ready for bed quietly, and then climb beneath the covers, lying right next to her.

I can smell her. Wild jasmine and dark musk roses. It’s a scent that is starting to drive me wild.

I want her so badly.

She seems stiff and tense as well, shifting and tossing, trying to get comfortable.

The remnants of this morning’s incident are still fresh in my mind.

All I want to do is to start again where we left off. I never wanted to stop. I am so insanely attracted to her it’s distracting me from everything.

But I remind myself, that I would never put her in a position that violates her free will. I will never take from her what is not mine to take.

Sheissafe with me. No matter how much I want her.

No matter how my body craves her.

I push my face against the pillow, trying to focus on sleep instead of her gorgeous figure lying next to me.

I wish I could make her smile.

There must be some way, something that I can do, even if I can’t let her go—if I’m not willing to let her walk away from me yet—I can do something.

I close my eyes, trying to think of ideas.

And just before I fall asleep, a smile touches my lips.

I know what to do.

I know what she needs, what she would enjoy.

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Early in the morning, I wake her gently by calling her name and placing a cup of coffee next to her on the bedside table.

“Come on, you need to wake up and get ready,” I say with a smile, brushing my hand across her cheek.

She blinks her eyes open and looks around in confusion.

“What am I getting ready for?” she asks, her voice groggy and soft.

“Just get ready. I have to leave in thirty minutes. I need you downstairs by then.”

She sits up, rubbing her fingers against her eyes. “Um. Ok. I’ll be ready,” she mumbles, then reaches out and picks up the coffee. Sipping it and trying to force herself to wake up.

Chapter 14 - Ruslana

I sit for a moment in the bed, confused, groggy from sleep and still a little bit lost in the dream I was having about Avraam.

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