Corky Bastard
“I’m fine.”
“Jealous about the flowers?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I didn’t forget you, zolotse,” Enzo murmured as Alexei and Lora talked animatedly. He had a single red rose, held back from the bouquets, and he dusted it down her overexposed back, neck to hip, before letting Lilith hold it. She inhaled its sweet fragrance on reflex, feeling the velvet petal against her lips.
“You know, you never told me what zlotse meant,” Lilith said softly, now that Lora and Alexei were distracted with each other.