61. One problem solved

Maxim Vasiliev

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I was expecting the question sooner or later so I was not surprised when we were laying in bed one night and Brielle spoke up. “Why are you being sweet to me?”

Her head was laying on my chest. While we waited for her visa to be processed, I’d been spending more and more time with her. We didn’t even have sex as usual as we used to. We had sex only once after her kidnap, that time in the pool, but it was easy to just spend time with her.

She was fun and witty and we had quickly gotten used to bantering. Whenever Mikhail caught us being like that, he would smile like it was his lifelong dream to see me with a woman.

“What do you mean? Should I be hostile?”

“You know what I mean, Max.”

Suddenly, the name, Max, didn’t sound so bad anymore.

“We’re cuddling.” She felt the need to point out the obvious.

My tongue poked the inside of my cheek. Yes, we were. I’d found out I liked having her in my arms and I liked doing things that satisfied me. I did not know why I liked her