94: For Camilla (II)

“Which?”

“You said you would save me,” Maksim said.

Though she mentioned that the day they went for the massage, she kept to her word.

Her palm rubbed over his forearm. “It was scary,” she whispered. He kissed her neck, his fingers drawing invisible lines on her skin. “My feelings for you will never change. But how do you cope with this?”

Maksim didn’t know. He didn’t know how to feel bad because it was something he had done for so long his conscience was dead to it. There was no answer to give. He pulled her tighter against him, and his tongue dragged across the shell of her ear.

“Go to sleep, miya dosha.”

She hummed in response, a content sigh leaving her. “I like you, Alek. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. I like you too.”

Soon, Camilla’s breathing fell into a steady rhythm, luring him to sleep. He woke up in the same position, but this time, her as