Kayla
KaylaAfter dinner, I fish in my purse for my bottle of eye drops and shake it, but it’s empty.
Pavel watches, his face impassive. “You okay?”
“My eyes are itchy from allergies. I need to pick up some more eye drops. Maybe I can run to the d**g store tomorrow.”
“I can go tonight,” Pavel offers. “There’s one on the corner. I’ll take you back to the room and walk over.”
“I can walk with you,” I protest, then quickly tack on a “Master.” It’s funny how much of a gentleman he is when we’re out of the bedroom.
“You want to walk over? In your heels?”
“Yes,” I say. The truth is, I don’t want to be separated from him. There’s so much emotional distance between the two of us still, I can’t stand any more physical. Especially when I only have him for a short weekend. I also don’t mind the
