His hands rested on her waist. “That’s easy enough to solve.”
He looped one finger through hers and guided her into the bathroom which still smelled of cleaner. The black and white octagonal tile floor was cool on her feet. Daniil pulled off his t-shirt, and then hers. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature.
Even though she’d spent most of the day scrubbing, sharing a shower with him made her want to grab the nearest sponge. She stepped out of her jeans and panties, then embraced him from behind. She could feel him growing hard inside his jeans, and she pressed a kiss to the new tattoo on his shoulder; an angel hovering above two linked golden bands, and a word spelled out in Cyrillic.
“Navsegda,” Tabitha said, tracing the letters with her fingertip.
He turned and smiled. “That’s right.Nasvegdameans—”
“Forever,” she said, pressing her lips to his in a deep kiss that spoke of love in any language.
THE END