Chapter 16

Zimin kissed her again. Breath stopped.

- Glory! No need.

Not the mood, I don't want to. Fight fire with fire? Maybe. But not today. Miroslav's face was so close that he almost touched her lips, but no. Didn't. He just pressed his forehead against hers. She closed her eyes. He began gently stroking her lips with his thumb where they were woefully curved, as if she were about to cry.

Zimin did not like women's tears. And what kind of man loves them? And he did not like to console, and did not want to upset. It just had to stop. They have already left, the other...