I couldn't help but laugh. The wind around me changed into a cooler tone, and the sunset held romance. Music. Art.
I turned to Nikolai, whose hand was still holding mine firmly, and he turned around, too, meeting my eyes. He broke into a laugh, his eyes crinkling, and I couldn't help how light my feet felt.
The run felt beautiful, and even when we finally got to the car, I wish I could be out there, running with him again.
Nikolai leaned back, his chest heaving, his lips slightly parted as he raked his fingers through his hair. I was gasping for air too, but fick, it felt so good. So good.
Nikolai slowly turned to me, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, his eyes slightly wide.
"You look wild," he said, his voice breathy. "And so f*****g beautiful."
I felt the need for air lea
