Page 87 of Twisted Lover
“I want you to tell me something, Sophia,” Leonid suddenly says, standing over me.
“What?” I gulp, already lost in his warm shadow.
“I want you to tell me what’s wrong with me.”
The question catches me off guard. So much so that a laugh slips from my lips.
“Really?” I ask, hardly able to hold a sarcastic smile from coming over my face.
“Yes.”
Grabbing one of the bedsheets, I wrap it around my wrist and hold it against my stomach.
“Well, for one. You’re arrogant…” I start, already searching for more words to describe what I don’t like about his man… or do I like his arrogance?
It’s hard to tell anymore. I’m so turned upside down.
“I meant physically,” Leonid corrects.
“Physically?”
“That’s right.”
“Well, I guess your limp…” I start.
But Leonid shakes his head at me. “No. That doesn’t count anymore. I had to tell you about that. There are other injuries I’ve been plagued with because of that car bomb… I want you to guess what’s wrong with me.”
“The scars…” I start.
But Leonid stops me again.
“No. Those don’t make me a cripple.”
“You’re not a cripple.”
“Yes, I am. Now, tell me what’s wrong with me,” he orders, raising his voice.
I raise mine to match him.
“Unfortunately, there’s nothing fucking wrong with you!” I shout. I’m about to stand up, but the second I flex the muscles in my legs they give out on me. I’m too sore from Leonid fucking me to stand.
Shit. I just lost my virginity…
It’s hardly hit me yet. And Leonid seems intent on keeping me distracted.
“I’m your type, then?” Leonid asks, a small smirk exposing those fucking dimples.
Even through the soreness in my legs, I can feel the butterflies taking off in my gut. My heart flutters quickly behind them.
“That’s the fucking problem,” I say, repeating the words he said to me just before giving me my first ever kiss.
Dipping his head, Leonid runs a hand through his wavy blonde hair, then looks up at me with those heart-stopping blue eyes.
“Maybe we should have gotten married after all.”
Before I can respond, he turns around and starts for the door, still butt naked.
“Maeve, close your eyes. I’m not decent,” he shouts, as he steps into the hallway.
