We were sitting on the couch together in the quiet of the penthouse. I had one of the Russian books in my lap with my legs over Marek’s lap. His hand rested on my ankle, and the other held up one book I recently finished. I was surprised when he picked up the young adult fantasy book, but considering he flipped to the middle, he’d been reading it without my knowing. It was a pretty fluffy story, and it was hard to keep from smirking when I looked up at him.

Once we got further into the ...