"I love you, too, Natalia." James murmurs, kissing her forehead. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a work-out like that. It wasn't a figure of speech, either; he really can't remember.
"I'm still worried I'll wake up soon and be back in Russia, in one of Lukin's holding chambers. I'm worried that you'll just be a dream he used to keep me docile between missions." he says quietly.
"I don't know if I could take that."
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