I ignore it. “I don’t think you want to hear it.”
“I always want to hear your ideas.”
“That’s not true.”
His eyes are dark despite the frosted green when he focuses on me. But it’s not a disappointed look. It’s like he’s trying to figure out if I’m joking or not.
“I promise.” He glances at my reflection. “I’ll listen. Truly listen.”
“You’ll keep your promise?”
“I will.”
I hang my head. “We’ll see.”
“I promise.”
“That’s two now.”
A smile ghosts his lips. “I’ll keep them both.”
I part my lips for a second as I lower the brush. Hedoeskeep his promises. I’ll give him that much. But I don’t think he’s going to like this whole plan.
“All right, so here’s what I’m thinking.”
He gestures to the seat in front of the vanity. I settle in and watch as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a small patch of chestnut brown hair. I struggle to look away as I clench my thighs together.
Not now.
He lifts the brush and sifts his fingers through my hair. “I’m listening,Lisichka.”
Every time!Every time that word graces his lips, goose bumps flutter from my scalp to my shoulders and then pour over my entire body. Though I’m able to keep myself from shaking, I can’t stop the way my pussy aches from him massaging my scalp.
I bet he’s doing it on purpose, too.
My walls harden as I straighten my back. “Before I tell you, I need you to trust me, okay?”
I take his silence as agreement.
“I need you to be patient about it,” I say hesitantly. “It’s not exactly conventional for people like us.”
He raises his eyebrows and looks at me through the mirror.
I brace myself for the word. “For criminals.”
He focuses on pushing my hair away from my shoulder, lifting a large collection of it to brush. It’s such an intimate thing for him to do for me, which doesn’t involve anything spectacular.
My heart quivers.It feels good.
When I look at him, I see nothing but openness in his expression.
God, I hate how good this feels.
He runs the brush through the ends of my hair. “Go ahead, Liya.”
I blink. That went better than anticipated. I shove my emotions into a box and try not to lean into his touch. There’s still time for him to take it all back.
He looks at the mirror again, his stony expression cracking slightly to reveal an animated curiosity. The right corner of his mouth quirks slightly. It seems like he’s trying desperately not to smile.