Her hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tugged it over my head. Tossing the shirt to the side, her hands slid over my bare back and then back up to my shoulders. Somehow, her lips had found mine again, our tongues battling for dominance, luckily, she let me win this battle.
Before I knew it, I was on my back staring up at my Roza. I didn't even register her pushing me back. Her hair hung in thick curtains around our faces, shielding us from the outside world. Her breath tickled my face as she leaned down with a devious glint in her eyes.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Comrade." She whispered. A growl was my only response. I blinked, and she was gone. I looked around stunned. She was standing beside the bed, smirk still in place, straightening her clothes. "Come on, let's ea
