You were already strong enough, to begin with, malenʹkiy krolik,” Ruslan comments lowly, and I grab the side of his face and pull him to me. I press my lips against his and kiss him softly, almost as passionately as he kissed me the other day. If someone had told me weeks ago that I’d be so content with Ruslan, I’d call them crazy. I never thought we’d be this close, not in the least bit.
