Chapter 8: Reality returns
Mikhail
Gripping my bag tightly, I stride quickly out of Nevaeh’s house. Rowan matches my steps looking contrite. “Sorry for interrupting, but it looks like s**t is going to hit the fan. Lukan’s here, and he doesn’t look happy.”
I close my eyes and take a deep, steadying breath. Flashing back to a few minutes ago, I picture Neveah’s hair flowing around her chest and how good her velvety skin felt beneath my fingers. My mouth waters, remembering her n*****s straining against her snug dress. f**k! Why did the real world have to interfere? It was such a perfect moment. Yet, I know that it’s better this way. Nevaeh and I can never be together. It’s impossible.
“It’s cool, man, we were just doing homework,” I say as I rub my hand across the back of my neck.
