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12| I'm No Saint.

As we stand beneath the showerhead's hot, flowing water, we are engulfed by the translucent mist that is floating in the bathroom.

I dip my chin feeling more relaxed than I have in a long time.

It feels like a good chunk of the weight I've been lugging around with me has gotten lighter, or it could conceivably be the way Dmitri is washing my back in a circular motion with a face cloth that is making me moan.

"You like that, moya lyubov'? [My love?]" He asks me in a husky tone, pressing his hot lips against the hard ball of my shoulder.

"I do," I breathe out. "Who knew having someone wash your back would feel like little angel's feet, dancing up and down your spine."

"Little angel's feet, hmm? Wish I had the pleasure to know what that feels like too." He says with amusement and I can sense him smiling which seems to be infectious as a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth too.

I turn around and face him, blinking through the droplets of water as I study his handsome face. He hasn't c
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