Page 42 of Daniil
I love most things about it, but not this.Not the changes in my body.Not the fear that something is going to happen to my child.And definitely not the ever-present attraction to his father.
It’s almost impossible to ignore, though I’ve done my best.
The time we spent together was…electric.I’ll never forget the night we met, at a pre-wedding dinner for all of Sandor and Lennox’s guests who came from out of town.Our eyes met across the table, and I knew I was going to sleep with him.He was gorgeous, sexy, and very, very charismatic.
Our chemistry was undeniable, and when he kissed me at the reception, I was a goner.Never one for public displays of affection, I didn’t blink an eye when he went down on me on the balcony just outside the reception hall.It was late and we were all tipsy, but I knew what I was doing.I didn’t care about anything but how it felt for him to touch me.
I left because I had to get back to work and my life in the U.S.A wild week of fun and great sex, but it never had the chance of becoming anything more.
Until the second time I came to visit.
I tried to resist but he’s…well, he’s impossible to resist.
We wound up in bed within hours of my arrival, and despite telling myself—and him—nothing could come of it, there was magic.That’s the only way to describe it.Skinny dipping in the big rooftop indoor pool with a handful of his friends.Letting them watch him fuck me—it was so damn hot.
My insides clench just thinking about it.
The problem is what happened after.
The attack.
Leaving Lennox behind.
Them offering me a position as a Royal Protector.
It was surreal.
And now I’m back here, thinking about things I shouldn’t be.
Knowing he’s just a floor away.
He would come if I called.
But I can’t.
I won’t.
Micah is far more important than any man.
Even if that man is his father.
At some point, I doze on the couch because I can’t relax.Can’t stop my mind from spinning.Or remembering everything about my last trip here.
With the time change and a day of travel, Micah is up at four thirty, and it’s the first time in a long time I’m not excited to wake up with my baby.I’m physically and mentally exhausted, but he’s six months old and doesn’t understand any of that.He’s a little crankier than usual, especially since it’s still dark out, but I give him a bottle and we cuddle on the couch, dozing for another two hours until he wakes up for the day.
I’ve just made his oatmeal when there’s a light knock on the door.
“Court?You awake?”
I get up to let Daniil in.
“Did I wake you?”
I snort.“Ha.Little man here was up at four.”
He grimaces.“It’ll take a few days to adjust.If you want, I can sleep on the couch and get up with him for a night or two, until you’ve gotten into a new routine.I function on very little sleep.”
“We’ll see,” I say noncommittally.
