"What do you mean, do I want to get married?" I laugh, awkward and breathless, stepping back even as my body trembles."It’s a question," he says, stalking toward me. I keep retreating, but he doesn’t stop, crowding me toward the bed. "It has two answers. I only need one. Not all this talk.""Is this a proposal?" I ask, skeptical. Because it sounds more like a demand."Isn’t that how you do it?" His eyes flick briefly to the side. He grabs a black book from the nightstand and slips it inside his shirt. "I don’t have much time, little bunny. Yes or no?"I shake my head, not to refuse, just to keep myself grounded. "I don’t even know you," I say, blinking hard, trying to break through the spell."You got to know me last night, Zayka," he murmurs, calling me something in Russian that makes a shiver climb my spine.What? My eyes widen. Am I still this affected by him? I wet my lips as flashes from last night rise, how I threw myself at him, unthinking, unashamed. There’s no better word fo
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