“I saw to the children, attended the Countess as she prepared to go out for the evening as usual, and enjoyed a welcome glass of tea with Nyanushki, served with a slice of lemon, listening with only half my attention as she talked about the children’s adventures in the park without enlightening her on my own. Stefan, however, was different. I couldn’t wait to tell him what I’d been up to. He was waiting for me in the laundry room, which was where we tended to have our secret meetings whe...n in town. He gathered me in his arms to kiss me the moment I walked in. We needed to be so careful, always on our best behaviour, that it was a relief to be able to respond without fear of being observed. My heart raced at his kisses, wanting so much more, and when we paused to take a breath we kept our fingers entwined, looking deep into each other’s eyes, which said everything that words could not. ‘Where have you been?’ he said.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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