LOGINDIANA
Strong and familiar hands rocked me while soft lips pressed against the corner of my mouth. My eyes opened and I heard Nathan whispering some comforting words. My cheeks were wet with tears and I wondered if this was another kind of dream. I was so confused. But it was not a dream…He was really cuddling me. “You're safe now…You're okay” He whispered and brought his lips to mine. I felt the wetness of his tongue at first and then he slipped into my mouth gently. I froze… and his kiss deepened too fast. Before I knew it, his hands were underneath my top, rubbing against my skin. “Nathan…” I said, trying to get his hands away but he was not understanding that I needed him off me. His fingers stroked my bra and the moment I felt them rolling around my nipple, I was repulsed. I pushed him away from me but he won't let go. “Diana please, let me love you.” Was he drunk? Had he gone mad? “Get off me!” I yelled and turned my face to the side because he wanted to kiss me again. He stroked my cheeks gently. “Diana…” he whispered softly and I pushed him off me with all the strength that I could muster Some days ago, I would have embraced the chance to have sex with Nathan, because I rarely ever had any chances with him. Our romance had died a few months into the marriage. I was eager to have him and fix it but he was more than happy to get away from me. And here I am, deeply disgusted. My chest heaved as I fought hard to breathe. He ran his fingers through his hair and climbed off the bed. “What the hell is wrong with you? First you hide our daughter from me and now you refuse me?” he yelled I could not even believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. I wondered if it would be wise to leave tonight. “I told you to stop acting childish, we can fix this! We don't have to get divorced. I bought Neah a dress for her birthday, it's in my car.” I felt my gut twisting, I was going to throw up. “So you're not going to say anything? Fine!” Before any other words could be said, he stormed out of the room. My phone started ringing on the bedside table, taking a glance at it, I felt my heartbeat quicken. I grabbed the phone and went to the balcony. The night was windy and cold, I shivered as I sat on the chair. “Jaylen…” I whispered but my voice broke. “Oh my goodness, Diana… is it really you?” Nothing was said between us for a few seconds. I fought hard to hold back my cry. The last time I spoke to Jaylen was on my wedding day. He had begged me not to marry Nathan and yet he watched me walk down the aisle. “I've missed you so much.” he said, his voice was rough with emotions but I could tell that it has deepened over the years. “Me too… I didn't expect you to get the message, I wasn't sure if you still used this number.” “I didn't change it in case you needed to reach me. Congratulations Diana.” “For what?” “On your divorce.” *** NATHAN Diana walked past me in the hallway and I grabbed her hand. “Where are you going?” She raised a brow and looked down at my hand, but I didn't let her go. “We are divorced.” she said coldly and pulled her hand free. I let her walk out of the door and after a few seconds of waiting, I followed her.Mikhail was already halfway across the clearing when the guide called his name.“Hey. Big guy. We need your help.”Diana watched the way he turned, a quick glance over his shoulder toward her before he nodded and jogged toward the stack of logs near the fire pit. He moved with an easy confidence that still surprised her, shoulders broad, arms corded with strength, his presence pulling attention even when he was doing something as ordinary as lifting wood.“They need help chopping for the bonfire tonight,” he called back to her. “I will be right back, okay?.”She smiled and lifted a hand, watching as he bent to lift one end of a heavy log while another man struggled at the opposite side. Mikhail adjusted his grip, muscles flexing beneath his shirt, and the log came up like it weighed nothing.She exhaled slowly.“I’ll go grab my sweater,” she said, more to herself than anyone else, and turned back toward their tent.The path was quiet. Too quiet. The wind whispered through the trees an
The guide’s voice carried through the trees, loud and cheerful, calling everyone back toward the tents and away from the trees. The group shifted slowly, chatter rising as adrenaline faded. Harnesses were loosened, helmets unclipped, laughter spilling out as if nothing in the forest had weight or memory.Mikhail stayed close to Diana as they walked, his hand brushing hers, not holding yet, just there. Present and grounding. She could still feel the echo of the moment in the trees, the way her breath had caught, the way her heart had frozen in her chest. She told herself she imagined it. She told herself fear could wear familiar faces.They were almost near the tents when Mikhail slowed.“Go ahead,” he said to the others, his tone polite, calm. “We’ll catch up.”Before Diana could ask why, his fingers closed around her wrist and gently pulled her aside, deeper between two trees where the light thinned and the sounds of the group softened. Not hidden. Just private.Her pulse ticked fast
DIANAThe guide’s voice cut through the low hum of the camp like a bell.“Gear up. Tree climbing in ten.”There was a ripple of excitement through the group. Buckles clinked. Someone laughed too loudly. Someone else groaned. I stayed where I was, finishing the last sip of my drink, watching the way Mikhail stood when there was something to prepare for. Alert. Focused. As if the world narrowed to whatever task sat in front of him.When I was done with eating, we went outside together. He came to me with a harness in his hands.“You okay with heights?” he asked quietly.“I think so,” I said, which was not exactly a lie. Heights only bothered me when I had too much time to think.“Good,” he said. “Then we do this slow.”He knelt in front of me and began fitting the gear around my thighs, his movements careful and exact. It reminded me of the way he handled weapons. The way his hands never shook. The way he treated every detail like it mattered.The straps tightened. His fingers brushed
Diana woke slowly, drifting up from sleep like someone surfacing from deep water. For a moment she didn’t open her eyes. She didn’t want to break whatever fragile, perfect thing was holding her there. The air felt different. Warm. Still. Safe in a way she had learned to trust.Then she felt it.Fingers in her hair.Not careless. Not absentminded. Slow and deliberate, as if every strand mattered. As if he was memorizing the weight of her, the curve of her skull beneath his palm, the way her breath shifted when she moved.Her lashes fluttered before she opened her eyes.Mikhail was already awake.He was sitting beside her, one knee drawn up, the other foot on the floor. He wasn’t dressed for the day yet. Just a dark shirt, sleeves pushed up, his forearms relaxed. His gaze was fixed on her face with an intensity that would have unsettled her any other time.But this morning, it didn’t scare her.It softened something in her chest instead.“Hiii,” she murmured, her voice still thick with
“I love you.” he saidOne second Diana was watching him with disbelief, the next Mikhail’s hands were on her waist and he was lifting her clean off the ground. She let out a breathless gasp as her back met the rough bark of a tree trunk. The impact wasn’t painful, not with the way his body came with her, caging her in, holding her up, as if his hands were the only thing keeping her from falling.Her legs bent instinctively around him and the sound that left him was low and harsh, like he had been holding it in for days.His mouth was on her before she could speak.The kiss wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate and consuming and full of a heat that felt like it had been building since the motel, since the rain, since the knife at the manager’s throat, since the bar, since she whispered his name in her sleep.His lips claimed hers like he was starving for her. His hands slid up and grabbed one of her boobs through her clothes. She tasted the str
The moment she hears his voice, something in her chest folds in on itself.Mikhail steps out of the shadows like the forest had been holding its breath for him. His eyes are a storm she recognises instantly, focused and cold, but underneath the frost there is a crack she caused. She knows it. She feels it.Spade shifts, one arm moving just slightly in front of her in a protective way she never asked for. Mikhail’s eyes drop to that hand and something violent blooms in his expression.“Let her go,” Mikhail says quietly.Spade’s jaw tightens. “You do not own her.”“Look at me.” Mikhail says ignoring Spade. “I can see you just fine.” Spade retorts “I am not speaking to you,” Mikhail replies, and his voice is softer now, directed at Diana, almost pleading. “Come here.”Her heart breaks a little because that softness is for her alone.But Spade’s grip on her wrist grows firmer when she takes one hesitant step toward Mikhail.“No,” Spade says. “Dan gave me this order. I am not letting you







