Malyshka
He threw his arm around my waist, holding my purse as we walked to the lobby where Lyosha was waiting with the rest of their group.
‘Better late than never’ Lyosha smiled, his eyes scanning me. My face warmed up and Lyosha’s mischievous eyes glinted.
‘I need to have a word with Dmitry, do you mind, Malyshka?’ Sasha asked as we stepped onto the coach. I spotted Misha and made my way to the empty seat next to him. He tensed, the muscle in his jaw jumped and he looked out the window. I put my earbuds in but as I scrolled through my playlist Misha turned to me, he opened his mouth, hesitated, closed his mouth, and turned back towards the window.