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As we headed to the emergency exit, I heard jazz music from the exhibit and smiled, hoping people were still having fun.
Stepping outside, the chilly night air hit me, and I huddled closer to Mikhaïl. He opened the door of a black SUV, and we slipped into the backseat, our bodies pressed together in the confined space.
“I’ll take you to my place,” he said softly, kissing my forehead. “You can stay with me tonight, and I’ll get you home in the morning.”
“You have a place in New York?” I asked, confused.
He smirked and kissed my lips. “Da.”
“I’d like to go home, please,” I said, lowering my head. “I’m tired.”
After everything tonight, I needed space to think.
“Nyet.”
I swallowed hard. “Please. I can’t just forget everything and fall back into your arms like nothing happened.”
“You did it ten minutes ago.”
I sighed, burying my head in my hands. “Don’t make me regret that too.”
His jaw clenched, and I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes. “We can work through this together.”
I shook my head. “I need time to process everything. I need to figure out what I want, and if we can even have a future together.”
“Don’t push me away, Sofiya.”
“I’m not,” I said, my voice trembling.
He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “How much more space do you need? It’s been months since we last saw each other. Haven’t you had enough time already?”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “It’s not that simple, Volk.”
“Volk, huh?” He looked away, jaw tight.
Despite Dave’s presence making our argument more awkward, I reached for Mikhaïl’s hand, but he pulled it away.
“You said you needed me,” he murmured, barely audible.
The pain in his words cut deep, as if he feared being left behind or not being enough for me.
We were so similar, yet so broken.
“I do need you, Mikhaïl, but I can’t just use you to fill an empty space in my heart,” I admitted, my voice trembling with honesty.
His brows furrowed. “So, you need me, but you don’t want me?”
“That’s not what I meant,” I rushed to explain, but he didn’t let me finish.
“Go to Sofiya’s apartment,” he ordered Dve sharply. “Make it fast.”
Silence filled the car as Dve drove through the city streets, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of unresolved emotions hanging in the air.
I kept stealing glances at Mikhaïl, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights.
He looked so painfully beautiful. So painfully mine.
My heart ached to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against mine, but I knew I needed this space to sort through my thoughts.
