Page 18 of You Know I Love You

“Better be the only kisses.”

Willa’s face breaks out in a bright smile. “Are you jealous?”

“Always, Princess.”

“Really?” Her tiny nose scrunches, and I can’t resist placing a kiss on it.

“Yeah, really. It’s a first for me.”

“I think it’s time for another round.” Mila starts shaking the martini mixer.

“Whoa!” Willa cheers. The night is only really beginning.

Chapter Ten

WILLA

“Oh crap.” I try to sit up but can’t move.I'll be late for schoolis my first thought. A small opening in the curtains reveals that the sun is up. My mind is a little hazy, so it takes me a minute to realize I’m back at Vasily’s place and in his bed.

“It’s Sunday, Princess.” Hearing Vasily's deep voice clears the fog in my mind.

Everything from the past few days comes rushing back. I remember most of it vividly. Right, I must have slept deeply. “I must have crashed last night.” I have a slight headache, but as some of the night comes back to me, I do recall Vasily having me drink water when he’d put me into bed, right before he stripped me down to my panties.

“You did.” Vasily’s hold on me tightens. I can feel his warm body everywhere.

Oh God. Then I’d gone and removed the rest of my clothing. “I’m naked,” I whisper.

“That you are, Princess.” His hand, cupping my bare breast, rubs my nipple back and forth. I suck in a breath.

“I didn’t do anything embarrassing last night, did I?” I remember the motorcycle ride and the club. Then we went tohis warehouse. I recall dancing with Mila, and then it gets a bit fuzzy. I'm not sure if it was real or a dream.

“You’re never embarrassing.” He kisses my neck.

“Wait! You got a tattoo?” I wiggle in his hold, trying to turn over. That memory comes flying back. There had been a man there who was touching up one of Anton’s, and then I joked about Vasily getting my name on him. Except Vasily didn’t laugh. He actually went through with my suggestion.

“I did.” Vasily loosens his hold on me so that I can move. When I roll over, my hand goes to his chest to where the bandage is.

“Is my name under there?” I brush my fingers across it.

“Yes.”

“I can’t believe you did that!” He’s insane.

“We had a deal.”

“Deal?” I ask, trying to remember as the light hits my hand. That’s when I notice the sparkle from the ring on my finger. The one that people wear rings on after they get engaged or married. It takes me a second for everything to catch up, but when it does, I’m speechless. “Vasily?”

“Hmm?” He pushes my hair back out of my face.

“What’s this?” I hold up my hand.

“Your wedding ring.” I shake my head.

“We couldn’t have.” I close my eyes as more of the night comes back, and I remember one of the men there did marry us!

“We did. Deal’s a deal, Princess. I’d get the tattoo if you married me.” He says it as though it’s no big deal.

This is when panic should probably set in, but it doesn’t. I mean, when I said I wanted to rebel a little, marriage wasn’t even a thought.

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