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Chapter 4

Whose turn is it to ask?" I question unsure as I fiddle with the hem of my shirt.

"Yours little love."

"Okay, why do you call me 'little love'?"

Misha chuckles lightly at this question; "Well that's easy, you're smaller than me and you are my love so you're my little love."

Giggling at his answer even though I can feel my whole body heat up with his confession of love; without warning I straddle his thighs while resting my hands on his broad shoulders. Mmhh, his shoulders would be great to hold onto while riding his hard cock; holy fuck that thought came out of nowhere.

Reaching my hands upwards to gently cup his cheeks, gently rubbing my thumbs over his prominate cheekbones; Misha's breathe hitches quietly but remains silent and still as I run the tips of my fingers over his smooth chiseled face. His face is warm with a hit of stubble along his firm jaw; his nose isn't broad or too long, just perfect like him. When my fingers gently skim his perfectly sculpted eyebrow I feel his eyelashes flutter twice before his eyelids close as he lets out a sigh of contentment.

"I know it isn't my turn but can I ask another question?" I shyly ask.

"Da," is his simple answer.

"What color hair and eyes do you have?" I murmur as I drop my fingers from his face to my lap.

"Dark brown for both," Mikhail whispers as his own fingers gently run their own course over my face causing my eyes to flutter shut and a sigh to escape from my lips.

"What color is my hair and eyes?" I murmur curiously.

"Dirty blond hair which is very light brown mixed with blond and your eyes are the lightest blue I have ever seen in my life."

"Now I have three questions to ask you," Misha chuckles out softly as his hands travel from my face, down my neck; skimming across my shoulders before his fingers trail lightly down my arms to settle on my hands, which he entwines together.

Nodding silently at him to continue and he does with his first question; "When is your birthday?"

"November 22, 2003 at 2:27 p.m.," I proudly tell him.

Misha gives me a light belly laugh as I gave him more information than he asked; "Were you born blind or was there an accident or something?"

"I was born blind; a genetic defect where it comes from someone in my family."

"Which one of your dad's is your biological father; you don't look like either one of them?"

"Um, neither of them are my biological dad; they adopted me when I was 4 years old. My biological mother dropped me off at the fire station because she couldn't handle raising a blind child."

"Why was it for financial or emotional reasons?" he angrily growls causing shivers to lightly course through my body.

"Both, I don't believe my biological father knew about me but he couldn't have cared either."

"So you don't know who your biological dad is and you haven't seen your biological mom in how long?" he asks shocked before lifting one of our joined hands to his lips; placing a soft kiss on the palm of my hand.

"Yeah, I have no idea who he even is and I haven't been around my mom since I was 4 years old but I remember her some; she had good days but she mostly had bad days where I would be hit for everything," I finish with a shrug.

"How long were you in the foster care system before you were adopted?" he softly asks as his thumbs rub circles on the top part of my hands.

"Not long, I was still 4 years old when they adopted me."