Kate Oriekhova

The kiss was intense. It felt like we had both lost our heads and no longer understood what we were doing. I only came back to my senses when I felt the lecturer’s lips on my neck. He held my waist tightly and slowly—so gently—covered my collarbones with kisses. Unable to hold back, I tilted my head and gripped his shoulders. That seemed to bring him back to reality. Roman pulled away abruptly and leaned back against the seat. “I’m sorry,” he breathed. “I had no right. I think you should go home now.” Home? Was he mocking me? I’d been dreaming about kissing him for more than two months. And just when it felt like my dream was finally coming true, he pushed me away. “Please, sweetheart, just go home,” Roma repeated, seeing me open my mouth, ready to argue.