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The clear blue sky fors I read up on St Petersburg after Alex first suggested bringingcharacteristic of Russian Revival architecture The colors are so vibrant they look like icing sugar on cupcakes St Petersburg on a clear winter day is ical

Wrapping my arms around ainst his body and leads s, he sweeps the surroundings, his gaze alert

After a short walk, we reach the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood With the snow covering its doar has been sifted over a rainbow cake It’s breathtakingly beautiful Alex takes a selfie of us in front of the church that he sends to Joanne and my mom before we continue on our exploration By lunchtie Museum, and St Isaac’s Cathedral Since rateful e enter a warm restaurant and take a table next to theIt doesn’t surprise me that the restaurant is empty

“Did you book out the whole place?” I ask Alex when he seats me

He offers me a smile as he takes the chair opposite me “I like my privacy”

“So you’ve said,” I say, studying him as he picks up the menu

Our dining alone hasprivacy, I’ it to put me at ease only makes me appreciate his effort more

“Would you like me to order for you?” he asks “We could share a selection of starters if you’d like”

Holding out my hand, I say, “I’ll have a shot at it”

A broad smile warerness to learn”

The double ht , and I’ at how much power an ill-pronounced “ya hochu tvoy chlen”—“I want your cock”—had on him When I repeated the phrase he’d whispered in h to turn my underwear damp despite the fact that we’re in a restaurant