— Elya, stay. You won’t go anywhere,— a hoarse growl throws me off and completely kills my desire to resist.
— Let me go… — I sob, lifting my eyes to Rustam.
I feel like a caged creature, trying to break free and escape with all the strength I have left.
— Too late, — he rasps. — It’s already far too late.
***
Inside, a swarm of butterflies rises—anxious and sweet. But I’m most afraid that Rustam Adamov will realize how I feel about him. About forbidden, scorching fantasies that must not be allowed—neither for me, nor for him.
Because he is the father of my best friend. The man beside whom my head spins. The man I want to make mine—my first—beyond madness.