Page 315 of Jaded Soul (Kovalyov Bratva 3)

The kiss we shared hasn’t been mentioned. Maybe that’s why it seems to take up all the space between us.

But since he doesn’t bring it up, I don’t feel like I can, either.

“There are clothes in the wardrobe,” he tells me. “And everything you need is in the bathroom. I’ll be outside waiting for you.”

He leaves, giving me the room. I know he’s trying to offer me privacy, but I actually wish he’d made an excuse to stay.

Even the beauty of the room I’m in seems to fade a little in his absence.

I pick something pretty and simple from the wardrobe and run a brush through my hair before heading out to see him.

My heart is going a mile a minute.

I feel like that naïve eighteen-year-old again.

And God, it feels good.