Chapter Thirty-Three

Y A N A

“I love you.”

The words are enough to freeze me, but what nearly stops my heart is the look that Mikhail is giving me right now.

Full of softness. Full of care. Full of what looks like longing.

“Mikhail,” is the only thing I can say, which is pathetic because god knows I want to say more. He slowly lets his hands drop, releasing me and leaving me with a bereft feeling. To shake it off, I just decide to drive. “Where do we go?”

Fuck. I’m messing this up by averting the topic.

“Take me home,” he says simply, looking relaxed and not at all bothered.

Throughout the ride, none of us speak. I just take him to his house like he requested. But as I park right in front of the wonderful home, I just decide that I need to say something. Anything to address the situation.

I know that he probably doesn’t mind. It doesn’t look like he wants to talk about it now, but still I say, “We can talk about it if you want.”

He turns to me. “Do you?”

I nod.

“Then come with me.”

With that, he climbs ou