Natasha
NatashaI wake to the sound of rain. The clock beside the bed says I slept until 9:30 a.m., which is far later than it seems because the sky outside is grey with a summer storm. It’s incredibly cozy. I want to pretend we’re here at this beautiful, luxurious cabin on a weekend getaway. That we have to stay in and play games together today, but when the rain lifts, we’ll go for a walk in the forest and enjoy the scent of rain on pine.
I head downstairs. Dima’s in the office. I pass by to check on Nikolai, who I find awake.
Yesterday we video chatted with Dr. Taylor to show him Nikolai’s wound, and he said everything was progressing well.
“Are you wearing Dima’s boxer shorts?” he asks.
“Yeah.” I tug on the hem. It’s one thing tempting Dima, it’s quite another to be inappropriate i
