I barely manage to turn the key when the door opens as if Stas were standing there and waiting for my return. Something—unexpectedly—scratches at my soul: a faint hope… what if it was just my imagination? And him and Marina—maybe it’s all a silly joke by my own fantasy: a cocktail of imagination with a cherry of nonsense!
“—I was so worried!”
My husband impulsively embraces me, pulling me into his warm arms—already completely inappropriate.
“—Where were you? Your phone was unreachable. I thought I was going to lose my mind!”
Egor, standing behind my back—who’d been silent up to this point—gives a sarcastic smirk.
“—And who is this?” Stas asks.
“—So that’s who you were with all this time?”
“—Yes,” I blurt out, before my own sanity starts screaming that it’s so wrong. I lean back into Egor’s solid chest; he immediately lets his hands roam and presses me firmly to himself.
“—He’s my… lover.”