Stephanie .

He wanted to kiss me... or was it my imagination? This thought was resounding. Burned out the label. Stirred up the soul. She stretched her nerves to the limit. And I cowardly run away. I don't feel like myself. No, it might seem to me. After all, he is in such a state ... Maxim was never very modest, but he was always restrained with me. He never allowed himself anything too cheeky. I vividly remember the day when he confessed his love to me. But then Max was seriously injured. Now he is after an attack ... I myself come up with excuses and believe in them...