A light touch of tender lips against my skin broke through a pleasant dream. With special pleasure, I stretched out across the bed and, without opening my eyes, wrapped my arms tightly around Kirill.
“You promised you’d come yesterday,” I said in an offended tone.
“And how can I make it up to you?” he asked softly.
“Spend some time with me.”
Silence hung in the air. I opened my eyes and found two movie tickets held right in front of my face.
“How do you like this option?” he said. “Though this time, I’m choosing the movie. Honestly, your taste is terrible.”
I smiled slyly. My taste was perfectly fine—it was just that my methods of revenge weren’t exactly pleasant.
“Oh, come on. It was a good movie. That evening, I wanted to punish you.”
“For what?” Kirill protested with a smile.
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