I nodded, my chest heaving with the possibility of being in the same room with Nikolai. With being in his bed. Inhaling his scent. Being in his most intimate space. Slowly, he leaned away, then gently held my hand. We walled towards the stairs, and he turned to me.
"Have you had breakfast?"
I shrugged. "No, but... I will just nap."
He nodded, then pulled me upwards, his steps light. My fingers tightened even more around his, and I watched the hallways as we walked down them. I remember innocently running down them with a cake in my hand, and when we stopped in front of the door, I saw myself, a nine year old in front of this door, with a cake.
I turned to Nikolai, my lips parting. The difference now was that he was the one opening it. With me beside him. There wasn't a door between us.
