Rosetta’s heart jolted and was squeezed at the same time when she felt Yuri’s hand around her wrist.
“Moy tsvetochek, I’m sorry,” he uttered softly.
She wriggled her hand off his hold to get out of the car, eyes already misty. “I’ll just see you tomorrow, if I feel like it,” she said without looking at him and pushed the door open. Her movements were quick as she took the bag from Igor, but Yuri was quicker to get out of the car. With his long strides, he caught up with her.
Rosetta froze and dropped the bag to the ground when Yuri back hugged her. She could very well feel his hard and warm body against hers, enveloping her wholly. A tear escaped from her eyes as she listened to his heavy breathing. She squirmed from his hold, but his arms went tighter, and he bent his head to kiss the
