“Hazy, elusive things. If I focus really hard, I can almost remember what it felt like to have a social life. But it’s been a long time. Actually, this is—” I grip the railing.
“This is what?” Mikhail’s elbow brushes against my arm. Several layers of clothing separate us, but I swear I feel his heat radiate through my bones.
“This is the closest thing I’ve had to a date in as long as I can remember.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wince. “That sounded even more pathetic out loud than it did in my head. Which is saying something, because it sounded really pathetic in my head.”
To my surprise, Mikhail laughs, and the sound sends warmth pooling low in my belly. The same way it did last night before our almost-kiss in the kitchen. Mikhail is stingy with his smiles and it only m
