Natasha
I couldn't get Mikhail out of my head and it was driving me insane. It had been three days since I felt his skin under my hands and saw the hunger in his eyes.
Three days since I came so close to kissing him that I could still feel the ghost of his breath on my lips. Three days of reliving that moment over and over until I wanted to scream.
I threw myself into work, taking extra shifts at the clinic and helping with anything anyone needed. Anything to stop thinking about him.
I wanted to stop thinking about the way he looked at me. About the very obvious bulge in his pants that had made my mouth go dry, but it didn't work.
I was grinding herbs in the clinic when I saw him through the window. He was walking across the compound with a redhead I vaguely recognized.
She was laug
