Mikhail
She has been stealing my clothes. By my current calculation, she has taken at least four T-shirts, my favorite hoodie, and one dress shirt, so far. And it looks like she has decided she needs another hoodie for her collection.
“Will this one do?” I ask.
“Yes. Perfect.” Bianca takes the black sweatshirt I’m holding, puts it on, and starts rolling up the sleeves.
I know she got the rest of her stuff. Denis went to her father’s place two days ago and brought back the boxes her sister packed.
“Any chance I’ll get that one back?” I say and caress her face with the back of my hand.
She looks up at me, smirks, and shakes her head. My little thief. I smile, take her chin to tilt her head, and kiss her.
“Sisi, Sisi, they are kissing again!” Lena shouts from somewhere behind me.
