EIGHT
“You want me. Me. To come with you? To your friend’s house?” I emphasize the words, pointing between my chest and then jabbing the air in front of him, just so that we’re both clear on what Russia’s proposing.
Russia does nothing but nods, eats some poutine like his whole proposal isn’t ludicrous, as if we’re both crystal clear on what he’s asking me to do.
“But why?” I ask, slumping a little in my seat. Is he playing with me, is this a joke? Does he know how much I’m attracted to him? Is that allowed to use my attraction to him in this way?
What happened to toning that attraction down, huh?
We both know it doesn’t ever work that way…
Russia stops mid-chew, narrowing his eyes at me, like I’m the one who’s not getting it.
I blink back, waiting for him to explain himself as he d
