I cried. I don’t know how long ago, I don’t know how much, it’s just that when I tried to ask, I didn’t succeed the first time.
“Were you happy…with her?”
“Well, you’re a fool,” Dinar answered very quietly.
“But not as perfect as you imagined,” I retorted.
He pulled me away from his chest, turned his expressive gaze from me to the wet spot that I left on him, looked at me with undisguised skepticism, snickered and said:
- Well, yes, not so ... And if so, a hundred more ideal than I would like.
And I closed my eyes with all my might, trying to hold back the tears.
Because I suddenly suddenly, inevitably and so strongly wanted to ... run away. Just run away, feeling the warmth of Dinar's hands on my waist, and forgetting about everything in the world ... For example, that I have a hus
