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CHLOE
I’ve never felt as giddy as I do this Sunday. All day long, I catch myself smiling uncontrollably and walking around like I’m floating on a cloud. It’s embarrassing, really, but I can’t stop. Each time I think about last night’s call, my pulse races with excitement.
Nikolai wants me.
He misses me.
He wants us to be exclusive.
I feel like a teenager whose movie star crush just asked her out on a date. Which, in a way, is what’s happening.
Nikolai wants us to date, or more precisely, to be in a relationship.
It should seem crazy, and on some level, it does. We’ve known each other less than a week, and for the past couple of days, he hasn’t been here in person. It’s way too soon to be talking about exclusivity, much less destiny and fate. But I can’t deny the strength of the
