I wanted to move away from him but I couldn’t—I didn’t want to. I enjoyed being in his arms like this and I wanted more. That’s when I realized how intimate our positions was. I was in a silky ash short and a light Nike sports bra. This was getting too heated and intense. I feel good about myself for some reason, until I hear Dimitri’s raspy voice say, “I submit to you.” I jolt out of my reverie and find the strength to get away from him. I turned and saw Dimitri’s strong arm supporting my head, his skin brushing mine as I rolled over beside him, my back hitting the cool, hard floor before my head hit it instead, feeling warm and comforting.For what seemed like an eternity, we stood there looking at the ceiling in silence, neither of us turning to face the other or making any conversation, until at last he muttered something. He says, his voice strong and tight, “You never once asked who the blood on my chin belonged to.” I chirp gently, matching the response with his icy snicker, “It
