Chapter 155 Katerina

• The band changes the tune they're playing. Two men blast on tubas, another on a sax. It sounds like the type of music Sasha put on when we were driving to the safehouse. His eyes flash, a vibrant energy coming over him. "Ready?"
• "Sure," I half-laugh. "You don't need to look so intense."
• He smirks ear to ear, one hand gliding down my arm, over my elbow, leaving pleasant ripples everywhere he touches. He ends by gripping my lower back, just above my ass. Suddenly it's harder to draw a full breath.