Chapter 94 Sasha

• IF I COULD LIVE the rest of my life with my hands never leaving Katerina's body, I would. The space between us—tiny as it is—is pure agony. It leaves me feeling cold, as if I'm being covered in black frost. But I have to endure the distance for a few seconds longer, just enough time that I can slip the Rolex watch onto her wrist again.
• Katerina lifts her arm and looks at the glittering watch with an inscrutable expression in her eyes. Seeing it on her wrist again slows my heartbeat somewhat. It looks right. It feels right. And I can't help feeling the same thought that rushed through my head during our wedding:
• Somewhere along the way, Katerina became mine.