I Am Mustafin
Unmistakably, it’s full of love and affection.
When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t pull away. His forehead pressed against mine, he whispers, “I want to, more than you know, but now is not the time.”
“Why?” I whimper, a vulnerability I didn’t know I had consuming me.
Before he can answer, someone clears their throat. I turn to see Matvey at the doorway, with Deonta’e and Amara approaching behind him.
Oh.
My heart jumps, and I instinctively pull away from Efrem as Deonta’e arches a brow. “Have we arrived at a bad time?”