Natalia & Andrei
Natalia
I was about to leave, but couldn’t get far before Andrei’s hand shot out and wrapped around my wrist. He pulled me back toward him, and I gasped, stumbling against his chest.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, my cheeks flushing as he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close. Instinctively, despite five years of distance, my hand came up and pressed my palm flat against his chest, fingers curling into his shirt.
Just like I did when we were together.
Andrei’s eyes flicked down to where my hand hovered just above his heart, then back up to the smooth spot on my neck where a mating mark should have been. It lingered there for another beat, a flicker of smug satisfaction crossing his face, before he finally met my gaze.
“I don’t think you’re really in lov
