"I've seen every inch of your body," he said, settling onto the edge of the bed next to her. "And I'm very satisfied with what I've seen. Every inch belongs to me, by the way. Just so we're clear."
"Possessive much?" Eve said, but there was no heat in it.
"Absolutely." He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Come on. Eat something. You need your strength."
"For what?" Eve asked, though she suspected she knew the answer.
His smile widened. "For everything that comes next."
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POV: DIMITRI
Watching Eve eat breakfast while wearing nothing but his shirt was officially his favorite thing.
She was curled up on the small sofa, the containers of food spread across the table in front of her, wearing the shirt he'd dressed her in yesterday. It hit her mid-thigh, and every time she moved, the fabric rode up slightly, reminding him that she had nothing underneath.
