Water flew from her nose and ran down her mouth as she choked, gasping for air.
She had to use her hand to cover her mouth to stop the water from falling on the table and ruining her dress.
Dominic looked up, his eyes narrowing with concern. He passed her a napkin, and she dropped the glass of water and collected it to clean her mouth.
“Prosti menya…” he said unknowingly, and she looked up in confusion with a red nose.
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Nothing.” He answered almost immediately, averting his gaze from her eyes to her chest. The water had trickled down her chin, running in between her chest and disappearing into her dress.
She caught his gaze looking down, and her palms started feeling warmer. She got sweaty. She fidgeted on the chair, her fingers fiddling with each other.
Why? Why
