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He laughs, focusing back on the TV.

Truth is, though, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop. I need to think about what’s best for Daryna and Alek.

Is it him?

I think it might be.

We have been watching TV for about an hour now. I feel like this is how it is meant to be. Me and Olena, just like this. Having her in my arms makes everything all better.

Quickly, she took my bad night and made me forget all of the terrible things I had to do.

She thinks I saved her, but she’s saving me little by little.

I hate that I almost ruined it by moving too fast with her. She was moving over me so beautifully, though. My hands had a mind of their own. They wanted to finally feel what those perky, perfect tits felt like. I want to wrap my lips around each one and show her how good I can make her feel.

She’s not ready for that yet, though.

Olena laughs at something on the TV. I look back trying to decipher what I missed.

“Would you do that?” she asks.

“What?”

“Be upset if I missed all of the signs of what you wanted.” She turns, looking at me.

“I only want you, so no. Anything else you get me is an enhancement.” I lean forward, pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

Her breath catches. I love how it does that often when I touch and kiss her.

Nuzzling into her neck, I focus back on the TV.

“Maxim,” she whispers.

“What is it, ????????”

“I want to try again.” She pulls away, looking at me.

“Try what again?” I ask.

“More than kissing?” She phrases it as a question.

“We don’t have to. I don’t want to push you too far.”

She bites her bottom lip, as if she is unsure of what she can say.

“You can tell me anything,” I remind her.

“I know. I liked what we did before. It made me feel good. I know all about how to make a man feel good. They made sure to teach me that, but I didn’t realize I could feel good too. I’ve been sitting here trying to watch TV, but the truth is all I want is to turn around and do what we were doing before.”

My mouth runs dry. She wants me to make her feel good. If that isn’t a goddamn blessing.

“I can make you feel good, but if I do, we don’t focus on me. It’s all about you,” I tell her.

“I want you to like what we do too,” She whispers.

“Oh, trust me, ???????. Any time I touch you, I like it. This is going to be my favorite activity. Do you trust me?” I ask.

“I do.” No hesitation.