ArtyomFive Years LaterShe smells like vanilla and sugar, and I bury my face in the brown curls spread out on her pillow."I'm sleeping," she murmurs, her voice soft and thick. It has been five years of waking up next to Nadezhda, and I'm still not used to the sight of her.The morning sun is streaming through our sheer curtains, washing the bed in golden light, and Nadezhda looks like a fallen angel. The light brings out the red in her tangles, and I pinch them between my finger, admiring the beautiful complexity of something so ordinary."I have a meeting in the city this morning. I won't be able to come home for lunch."She rolls over, eyes still closed, and frowns. Her full lower lip pouts out, and I can't stop myself from leaning forward and pressing a kiss to it.As soon as my lips are on hers, she arches into me.The sheets and comforter are in a tangle between us, and I kick them aside in one deft move to have better access to her body. When my hand lands on the curve of her
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