Fem America X Russia Novels & Stories

I don’t think the Russians will supply me with feminine products. “What are you thinking about?” Xander asks from where he’s sitting next to me. I don’t even get embarrassed as I admit, “I’m worried that my period is due any day.” “Fuck',” he curses under his breath. “I don’t think they’re going to do a tampon run for me.” “They won’t.” Xander’s hand brushes against my arm before he takes hold of me. I’m pulled onto his lap, and he wraps his arms around me.

She couldn’t be with someone she didn’t completely trust. Clearly I’ve been doing it wrong for you to always think I expect something in return. Those words had haunted her ever since. Why was it easier for her to believe everything was an exchange? If he was being true, what was there to be afraid of? Dani looked away from Alexei with a sigh and forced herself to sleep. Landing in Moscow was a jarring experience. The only memories Dani had of Russia was a winter wasteland. Acres of snowy forest was the only scenery she’d ever known, and now standing in this thriving, urban capital was like being in another country entirely.