“Desmond, there’s something I want to tell you,” Dasha opened up when they were both inside her flat after they had the movie marathon at the theater. It was already almost eleven in the evening when they arrived.
She was actually nervous about telling him that important thing. What if he would not understand? What if he would go cold and unlove her instantly because of it?
But maybe he will understand, her mind whispered. That way, I’d know if he is serious about me or not, right?
He removed her jacket and hung it next to his on the back of the locked door. He cupped her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.
“Tell me.”
“I’m afraid you would turn away, though,” she said, breathing raggedly. Her eyes fluttered in reluctance.
“If it’s important to you, then I’ll understand. I prom
