CHAPTER 41

KIRA

Kira could not believe herself. Slowly, glumly, she followed Dimitri downstairs, back to the room.

“We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,” Dimitri spoke as he crept back in the bed, “you should sleep more!” he added. He was lying on his stomach with his hands underneath his face.

Kira could not help but drool over his perfect shoulders, the arch of his back, the perfect V-shaped curve of his waist down his hips.

“Go ahead and touch it,” Dimitri spoke slyly. “I know you want to,” he added, bemused.

Kira composed herself. How did he even know that she was drooling over him, that too so lecherously.

Kira looked around and saw the sofa that was placed on the other side of the room, she went up to it, and lay down in it. Dimitri grumbled and turned, and noticing Kira in the sofa, he sat up straight.

“I won’t touch you until you ask me to, tonight you did ask me, hence,” and he pointed at the roof. “But you are safe beside me!” he spoke as he patted the bed.

Kira cleared her throat