“It was just ordinary sex—nothing but sex, do you understand?!” Pain sounded in his voice. “And you… you destroyed everything!” “Yes, you’re right. I destroyed everything,” Zoya confirmed. Stas clenched his fists. “Do you get it? You couldn’t even kiss properly! And I wanted more… Well, you understand what I mean. You were inexperienced and tight.” He cut himself off mid-sentence, as if choking on the words. Zoya smirked. “And you decided to gain experience—not with me, but with available students?” “Until the wedding—there were only a few days left—and then…” It was a student from a parallel group. She was lying on a lab table, and my beloved Stas—light in the window, almost a husband already—was passionately bending over her with four-five minutes to go. “Well, he’ll still bite his elbows, traitor! I’ll never forgive him!”