RIEKA Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned to face Aleksandr. My Husband. It still feels unreal to acknowledge that we’re actually, finally, married. The second our eyes meet; the nerves melt away completely. Whenever I struggle with self-doubt, I always avoid his eyes because I’m afraid that I’ll see something there to confirm my fears. Afraid that he’ll reveal his own doubts about us, but one look into his eyes always reassures me that this is real, and our love is real. I’m not sure if the mate bond plays a part in that, but at this point does it even really matter? This gorgeous, kind, thoughtful, courageous man pursued me, married me, and he acts like he’s the one who hit the jackpot. He obviously knows that his eyes reassure me, because he never lets me avoid his gaze for long. Eventually, he always lifts my chin, and his eyes drink me in like he’s seeing me for the first time. Suddenly I’m aware that we’re still standing on the curb outside the airport as every
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