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“Okay,” I said softly. “I'll stay for now.”

The relief that washed over his face... He pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closing briefly.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

CHAPTER 7

I didn't thinkI’d find myself making a mental pros and cons list about our relationship while curled against his chest that night.

But here I was, doing exactly that.

Mikhail's breathing had evened out, but I knew he wasn't asleep yet. His hand traced lazy patterns on my back, and he smiled every time I got goosebumps from it.

After our confrontation, we'd ended up here in his bed. Not for sex this time; we were just cuddling, but it felt more intimate somehow. His lips pressed against my hair, my forehead, and my temple every so often.

So… the pros and cons list.

Pros:

Financial security.

No more hustling for freelance gigs that barely covered rent.

No more anxiety about medical bills or unexpected expenses.

A mansion instead of my shoebox apartment.

Galina's cooking.

Sleeping in obscenely high thread count sheets.

Orgasms, lots of them and good ones at that.