My Darkest Hour - Part 12

Dawn

It takes some time for my mind to come back online fully, and when it does, Volodymyr is holding me normally again, my chest against his as we let the water wash away any signs of what we had just done. These spasms in my core are impossible to brush off, though. 

My hair is soaked now, but it doesn’t even matter as he scoops me up into his arms, drying …