June 22, 2015

22:20

"Maybe I should marry you, honey?" Kirill thought, looking at the chiseled profile of Kira lying on the sofa.

He himself settled down with a laptop in a chair. Kira was watching another melodrama, lying on the sofa in a huge white T-shirt with the inscription: "Sochi". Cyril was still surprised that she preferred his T-shirts to nightgowns.

Cyril's blood was still seething after a hard conversation. She loves him! Damn good to think about it. The cynical mind refused to accept her statement on faith. But the heart... it believed. And loved in return. And in everything that concerned Kira, his heart invariably won over...