I should take what I want from her and forget the rest.
Except, she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear so I can see her lips, pink and pursed in thought, and something flares in my chest hotter than the flames back at the bar.
She’s becoming more important to me than she should be, and I would be wise to keep myself in check.
I watch her for another moment, relishing the way she presses the end of her highlighter to her lips, and then slip away and pad quietly upstairs without her noticing.
The days are starting to run together.
When the sun is up, I spend my time preparing for my next semester of school. Dmitry hasn’t said anything to lead me to believe I won’t be able to attend, so until I hear otherwise, I’m going to try and get ahead.
If I’m not studying, then I’m dancing, try
