The shower was quick, with my Monday reeling around as I tried to understand everything. For a few treacherous moments, however, I was compelled to think of those kisses. I stood there in the shower, water pelting down on me, water flattening against my back, but still unable to feel much of it. It all faded in comparison to Nikolai's kisses, the gentle way his hand had held the back of my head, the perfect way his lips had parted mine.
I sighed and turned off the shower, then walked out, and at the same time, I heard the door close. I stopped for a moment, but there was no other movement, so I thought it was just a random door.
I stepped out and came face to face with Matthew. He was sitting on the window where Nikolai always sat, his eyes thin as he watched the outside.
"What are you
