Nineteen
Nadazhda landed on her comfy bed to take a little nap only to find her eyes fluttered open due to the creaking of the door; Zeke peeked his head in before smiling cheekily while his eyes twinkled with unholy mischief, and she groaned loudly.
"Split it out," she said, straightening her stiff tiny muscles.
"Well, lover boy is asking for you," he wiggled his brows playfully. The stinging in her heart eased softly when she heard that Zaccheus wanted to see her. A radiant rose to her lips with some unfathomable bubbles of happiness.
What is this feeling? She wondered because she didn't understand. Nadazhda just wanted to be with him every time, anytime, everywhere and anywhere. She had low self-esteem, but with him, she felt a sense of belonging to this realm as a human, like sh
