“Do you know, Denis, that you and I are the only idiots who didn’t sleep with each other at that dacha?” I laugh.
“The only ones who slept instead of—well, you know.”
“It can be fixed,” the handsome man replies.
“You flew in alone on vacation?”
“Yes,” I nod and laugh.
“And I flew in alone too.”
“So the idea of spending time together isn’t actually that bad.”
“Actually, I was talking about something else,” Denis teases.
“Then I have a plan for us,” I suggest.
“In the morning and during the day, each does whatever they think is necessary. But in the evening we meet in a bar or restaurant, and after that we go to the room together.”
The plan was perfect. A hot vacation with a scorching handsome guy. Seven days of bliss on a paradise island. That’s how it was supposed to end.
If only there hadn’t been consequences after such a hot vacation…