Ava."I'm sorry." Mikhail whispered to me and I felt a tear slip down my face. Staring at those cold blue eyes that were filled with remorse for his actions and his girlfriend that day at the restaurant. His hands found my cheeks, wiping the tear off my cheeks.I shuddered at his touch, they sparked something inside me, let loose of the butterflies in my stomach so they fluttered around happily. His touch spoke of remorse, care and love and I melted into it, rubbing my cheeks against it. And when he pulled me close, my body pressed against his, head lying in his chest so I could hear the steady beat of his heart thumping in my ear. The scent of his cologne hitting my nose, his hands pressed against my back, wrapping me close, shielding me, protecting me, and loving me.&nb
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