Mika, meanwhile, seemed completely at ease, almost enjoying how red she got with each new revelation. His voice dipped low, soft yet brimming with memory.
"It was during that time with her...that I realized something."
He leaned in, his breath tickling the hollow of her throat before nestling his face against her breasts, smothering himself there like he was drawing comfort from her softness.
"She was thicker than I was used to. Plumper everywhere. So soft, so cuddly...hugging her felt like hugging a warm pillow." He gave a soft chuckle, then murmured. "Almost like you, Yelena. You feel exactly like that right now."
Yelena let out a flustered giggle at his sudden affection, her hands instinctively stroking the back of his head as he nuzzled against her chest.
It was such a familiar gesture, the kind he'd done as a boy seeking comfort, yet now, layered with this heated atmosphere, it felt wholly different. Her heart fluttered in a way she didn't want to acknowledge.
