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She turned the knob and sighed loudly when the door opened, obviously not happy that they would keep the front door open in this shitty neighbourhood. She’d been second guessing herself from the moment the idea came to her mind. But what other solution did she have, really?
She made her way through the stairs and just opened the first door she found, not expecting to be lucky on the first trial. So, she was pleasantly surprised when she saw the two men fast asleep in their bed. She looked at them for some time and carefully pulled the sheet covering them off. She wanted to see them in full, in their most vulnerable state. She needed that to comfort herself in her decision.
The two bodies were pale, almost the same colour as the white sheets they were laying on. She noticed a few shivers running through their bodies, most likely brought by the lack of warmth since she’d deprived them of their cover. They were still sound asleep. She took her time to examine the sight in front of her. The brunette was beautiful. He always was when asleep, but when in the arms of the other man he also seemed peaceful somehow. As if feeling his nose buried in the crook of his neck made him forget he was a thug from the southside and always would be. She kept looking and realized how their bodies were absorbed by each other. Every inch of skin that could touch skin was meeting the other body. From head to toe, the two men were one. Their spooning position allowed their right arms to rest together, hand intertwined, each letter of the fuck tattoo separated by the lovers’ fingers. They were holding hands tight, not even their passive asleep state had loosened their grip on each other. She looked down the connected bodies, through stomach touching lower back, dick touching ass, thigh touching thigh, touching so closely a grain of sand wouldn’t fit. Their legs were intertwined as well in a way that every inch down to the toes was joined to the other man.
She understood right there that they belonged to each other. If what she heard about them these last few years was true, no matter what life threw their way. They’d find their way back to each other. This made her feel better about her decision. She had never been sure about her deadbeat of an ex-husband, but she knew carrot boy loved her son, truly. She had witnessed it first-hand.
She could never forget what happened when he lost his shit. She also heard what happened a little over a year ago. But her choices were limited, so she was ready to trust them. She’d have conditions, though. She couldn’t just let her son live here without making sure he was safe and loved.
For the love part, though, she was reassured. If they showed Yevgeny only an infinitesimal amount of the love they had for each other, he’d be loved. Very much.
Mickey felt a presence and his old habit came back in a flash. He awoke, gasping loudly, fists first. A few seconds to adjust his sight, quickly stroking his eyes with his thumb and index, and he looked bemused at Svetlana standing at the foot of his bed.
“The fuck?”