Through a dream, I feel the presence of Oleg. He hugs me, wrapping his arm around my waist. His fingers slide under my shirt and freeze on my navel. Oleg strokes my stomach, burning with the warmth of his hot palm.

His soft lips cover mine. He thrusts with his tongue, taking away my quiet moans. I roll onto my back and spread my legs wide, allowing Oleg to hang on top. I stroke his biceps, his back, feeling steely muscles under my fingers. We are breathing hard. We exhale into each other's mouth, and then kiss again. I run my fingers through my hair and pull back slightly.

“Masha,”...