Ivan. I went down on one knee, then the other. The carpet was rough under my palms.“Are you happy now?” I asked, looking up at her.She didn’t answer, and I moved forward on my knees, crawling toward her until I was close enough to reach her. When I tried to take her waist, she pushed at my shoulders.“Leave me alone.”My throat tightened. “If I leave you alone,” I said, “then I’ll make sure anyone else who dares to come close to you will end up six feet under.”Her eyes widened, then dimmed, and she didn’t protest this time as I reached for her injured arm gently, examining the fabric she’d tied around it, before pressing careful kisses along the edges of the wound where it had already begun to dry.My hand trailed along her thigh as I continued, slowly sliding up under the hem of the soft clothes she had changed into, tracing higher. She caught my wrist before I could touch her mound.“Just because you knelt down doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” she said.“Fine,” I said, pulling
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