Gavril
I worked my way down Naomi’s body, attempting to put my lips on every inch of her skin. It had taken me some time to apologize to her for my actions earlier.
I hoped that she took my apology personally, at least. The way she sighed was the same, but I could still feel the rift between us. She performed the motions, but something felt different.
As I moved down to her still-flat stomach, where our child was growing, I paused to meet her eyes. Yes. Something was definitely different.
She eyed me like a wounded animal. As if she didn’t know what I was going to do next or how I was going to react.
She looked at me like I was going to hurt her.
And my heart shattered.
I didn’t want her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to understand her place in my life, and fear didn’t belong in o
