“Okay,” I said softly. “I'll stay for now.”
The relief that washed over his face... He pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes closing briefly.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
CHAPTER 7
I didn't thinkI’d find myself making a mental pros and cons list about our relationship while curled against his chest that night.
But here I was, doing exactly that.
Mikhail's breathing had evened out, but I knew he wasn't asleep yet. His hand traced lazy patterns on my back, and he smiled every time I got goosebumps from it.
After our confrontation, we'd ended up here in his bed. Not for sex this time; we were just cuddling, but it felt more intimate somehow. His lips pressed against my hair, my forehead, and my temple every so often.
So… the pros and cons list.
Pros:
Financial security.
No more hustling for freelance gigs that barely covered rent.
No more anxiety about medical bills or unexpected expenses.
A mansion instead of my shoebox apartment.
Galina's cooking.
Sleeping in obscenely high thread count sheets.
Orgasms, lots of them and good ones at that.