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“Still a bit messy, huh?” he teased, his eyes dancing mischievously around my apartment
I chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah, sadly but it’s a work in progress. Unpacked boxes are my new décor style, apparently. I guess I haven’t fully settled in yet.”
He walked into the living room and picked up a red bra from the couch, holding it between two fingers with an amused eyebrow raised.
I gasped and quickly kicked off my shoes, walked over, took the bra from his hand, and tossed it into my bedroom before closing the door.
So embarrassing.
I moved around the kitchen, searching for a clean cup, aware of his eyes on me.
“Black coffee?” I asked, my voice slightly breathy.
“Da, dorogaya.”
A swarm of butterflies erupted in my stomach.
I instinctively turned around to hide the fiery blush spreading across my cheeks and neck.
I love when he calls me that, and I’m sure he knows just how much.
I quickly set about making his coffee, relieved to have something to focus on besides him moving around my living room. I could hear him picking things up, examining them, and occasionally chuckling at whatever he found. It was oddly endearing and distracting all at once.
“Why didn’t you fully settle in?”
I brought his cup over, intentionally avoiding his eyes, and settled onto the couch.
Crossing my legs, I adjusted my miniskirt to make sure it didn’t ride up too high.
I hesitated for a moment, nervously tracing the rim of my glass of water.
Why?
Because a small, shameful part of me still hoped he’d come back for me. And now, sitting across from him, reality hit me.
He was actually here, not just a dream or a distant memory, but right in my living room.
The fact that he had proposed felt like something out of a movie—an unexpected twist that left me both thrilled and… lost.
“I don’t know,” I shrugged, my eyes sweeping around the room as if searching for an escape from the truth. “I know Alexsei was kind enough to give me this apartment, and I’m extremely grateful, but it just doesn’t feel like home.”
He hummed in response, taking a sip of his coffee.
The silence that followed made me uneasy.
I’ve always found silence weird and unsettling.
Sitting quietly next to someone else spikes my anxiety; it feels like an awkward void I need to fill.
“I’m sorry about today. I panicked and I—” I started, my voice trailing off.
“I will never force you to marry me, Sofiya. I’m not an asshole.”
I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed. “This must’ve cost you a lot of money. I’ll repay you, I promise.”
The thought of repaying him weighed heavily on my mind; it might take me decades, especially considering it probably exceeded my annual salary.
“Keep your money,” he said, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, his eyes holding mine.
