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“Would it be better if we moved to the bathroom, darling?”
My heart rate picks up, and I nod slowly at him.
Together, we begin to move, the wooden floorboards in the room creaking with every step that we take.
I feel wetness smeared between my thighs, and I can’t help but hate myself for getting into this situation. Even though it’s not my fault—not really—I wish I did something instead of coming here with them, practically offering myself to them.
When we step into the bathroom, I feel like I can breathe a little easier. All I need now is Mikhail, and I hope he’ll return soon, and with the right products for me to use.
When Nikolai’s hand suddenly lands on my stomach, I take a sharp breath in, gasping.
“W-What do you think you’re doing?”
His lips twitch at the corners.
He applies some pressure on my stomach, rubbing softly, easing the pain away. My lips part as I breathe out heavily.
“What do you think I’m doing, darling?”
Oh.
I focus on keeping my breathing even, his touch suddenly so comforting.
I open my mouth to speak, to answer him, when the door swings open, and Mikhail steps back inside. I watch him shut thedoor behind him as he makes his way towards us with a small paper bag in his hands.
“I got what you need.”
He announces, crossing the room quickly as he opens the bag, showing me what’s inside.
A package of pads.
A new pair of black underwear.
A pair of black shorts.
My face burns as I look down at all the items.
For some reason, Nikolai’s hand pressed against my stomach feels too hot now, and as Mikhail drags his eyes there, I feel my face burning up.
I put my own hand above his, trying to get him to stop holding me, but it’s no use.
He won’t budge.
Instead, I choose to ignore his hand on my body as I lift my eyes to meet Mikhail’s, speaking softly to him.
“Thank you for bringing me all of these things.”
He nods at me, and for some reason, that small action makes my skin feel like it’s on fire, the embarrassment rolling over me in waves.
Again, there’s a finger under my chin, tipping my head up so I can meet Nikolai’s eyes.
I spot the look in his gaze, and I frown slightly.
“What?”
I ask him, my voice coming out sharper than intended.
His lips twitch into a faint smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Beside us, Mikhail takes a step closer, and I turn my head to look over at him.