The invitation is not for me/Приглашение не для меня - стр. 10
Turning off the TV, I sat down on the couch and cried. I'd been wanting to since last night. They say that tears release all negative energy, so the best remedy for a broken heart is tears. But I don't know why my thoughts were occupied not by Alex, but by Andrew. I couldn't fall in love on the spot, could I?! Or could I? Why did I run away?
No, I did the right thing. Why would he want me? Is he just having fun? Taking advantage? What?
Completely confused, I covered myself with a blanket. I have to go to the clinic tomorrow and get a note. I just can't do six classes. I can't stand.
I ignored the next ringing of the doorbell. It was probably Alex coming back. He's going to apologize for his behavior. I don't want to hear it. It's disgusting.
“Marina, I brought your bag.”
When I heard his voice, I was at the door in a second. When I opened it, I made sure that I hadn't imagined his voice. Andrew suddenly smiled and demonstrated the "loss". My smile was a little unsure. Just a minute ago I thought I would never see him, and here he was, handsome, in a long open coat, beige turtleneck, and unshaven.
"I'll come in," he didn't ask, just warned me of his actions.
I didn't even have time to sidle up. Wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against him, he stepped inside.
“It was the first time I'd ever seen a girl run away from me.”
Here I didn't know whether to be proud or angry at the mention of past passions. Andrew let go of me and threw off his coat. I was a little surprised: he was going to stay!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Andrew asked.
"You came."
"Of course, I couldn't leave a girl I liked," I echoed.
"Liked her," I echoed. "When did you like me?"
"Right away, when you showed your character," he said.
He hovered over me, smiling playfully with the corners of his lips. I had no choice but to retreat down the long hallway to the kitchen. The table was the end of my retreat.
“Andrew," I exhaled as I found myself sitting on the table.
“What?" he asked, pulling my sweater off.
“Don't," I tried to stop him before my mind left me, drowning in desire.
“You didn't say that yesterday.”
I was flustered, even angry. Yesterday I didn't remember myself, but today I have to pull myself together and not let my life be ruined.
Andrew ran his finger along the scattered hickeys on my neck and immediately felt a new one. I tried to push him away, but I think I just turned him on. Andrew started to shower me with kisses. I groaned and pulled off his turtleneck. That was the signal that I was giving in to his pressure. A moment later, my belly on the table, I stood on my tiptoes and bucked harder. He took his time, covering my back with kisses, driving me to a frenzy.