Play with me
Irena's POV
Alexey's voice startled me and I dropped the picture on the table before I looked at him.
"Urm, I saw this picture, and urm yeah, I was looking at it?"
I felt like I had done something bad.
He placed the food tray he was holding on the bed and walked towards me.
"Let me see it," he requested when he got close to me.
I showed him the picture. "I thought I threw that away,"
he muttered, taking the picture, squeezing it, and throwing it into a waste bin.
I had a feeling that he didn't want me to know about her, but I was going to ask anyway.
"Who is she?"
He sighed, visibly uninterested in having the conversation. "She's someone that isn't important, I don't want to talk about it," his voice was calm as if talking about her made him
