Russian Dating

Russian DatingI squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head profusely; I didn’t want to remember anymore. “It’s alright, Sky. You don’t have to tell me anymore.” Dan said, pulling me back into his arms. I sobbed quietly into his chest, holding on tightly to the back of his shirt. “And you’re still taking me home,” I said, giving him a sweet smile.

“I’m glad I’m not you guys.” Jerriko said “I love you too.” I chuckled “But-” My heart raced as Cash’s lips moved over mine. I opened my mouth to his as my arms wrapped around his neck. His hand slid up my thigh and came to rest on my hip. I felt his finger curl into the belt loop of my jeans, tugging me a little closer to him. I moved forward willingly, eagerly, needing to be next to him, to touch him. There is always a mist, a deep fog spreading across the sky and forest. It doesn’t seem like this place ever receives rain or any sort of irregular weather. If it is the same place as my dream, it is always going to look like this. Which would be explainable, if this place is in fact the land of the dead. Doctor Cohen’s quiet steps appoached me. Brittany rolled her eyes and “cat – walked” to the forming crowd.

“I’m not your mother, but I am going to keep you in the house.

I’ll change the alarm code if I have to.” Daniel was very confident that he could do it, too. Shit. Shit. Shit. She’ll never agree to this…Never.

“Don’t worry about that, just come home, ok?” She continues. The rest of the period zooms by until he gives us free study time. In other words, I-don’t-want-to-teach-right-now-so-I-am-going-to-leave-you-brats-alone time. He plops on his Mac, probably surfing an online dating site. By the looks of him, he probably has to put a fake picture on his profile.

Russian Dating