- Thanks.

Unobtrusively pulling on my hand, he sat me on his knees, buried his nose in my hair and exhaled:

- I missed you.

Surely, Nayan specifically repeated the phrase that I said just recently, before the quarrel. Now, from his lips, it sounded like a symbol of our final reconciliation.

- I missed you too. I missed you.

His dry lips touched my forehead, went down to my cheeks with weightless touches, and I involuntarily froze with excitement.

- Breathe, dear, - barely audible, so as not to frighten off the magic, the dark one laughed and slightly squeezed my waist, slid his palms on the sides. “Breathe…...