I painfully want to know how you get along with such indefatigable cynicism and arrogance with sensitivity and kindness, such a touching romantic and ruthless egoist who literally prays to his father, managing to fear and hate him.

There were tears in my eyes. She ... she understood! She really understood, felt me!

“Svetka, you are a real angel,” I whispered and kissed her open palm.

She stroked my head and said softly:

- You're so cute with long hair ...

What happened next, I remember vaguely. Apparently, we paid for the dinner, then by some miracle I chose a jacket and winter boots, which we seem to have forgotten in the store. I only came to my senses in her apartment, when, lying on a bed, with ecstasy caressing her chest and tearing my lips with kisses.

She sighed languidly, arching, groaning, struggling in the most severe spasms, but everything was not enough for me. I could not enjoy her scent, her sensuality, her temperament and her gluttony, when she collapsed into exhaustion on her pillows and whispered in delirium: “More!” And I continued. He slowed down when he saw that she was almost losing consciousness, but then he accelerated, bringing her to life and again and again causing her to sob from pleasure.

That night we did not sleep for a second. And when the snow caps on the branches and visors of the balconies in the first morning rays of the window began to silver in front of the window, I suddenly suddenly exploded even for myself. I erupted so violently that at some point I even turned off, and when I came to, it turned out that Svetka was already jumping around the room on one leg, trying to squeeze the other into the boot.

“And breakfast?” I asked, half awake.

She kissed me on the cheek and laughed:

- Sleep, marathon runner, I'll be up to twelve. I'll take the keys with me. Do not close the door.

Her heels clattered across the tile in the hallway, then the front door slammed, the lock clicked, and the clatter sounded hollowly at the entrance.

I lay on the bed with my eyes closed and listened to all the receding sounds of her steps. When they were dissolved in the general noise of the big city, I, without opening my eyes, covered myself with a blanket with my head and dozed off.

I again dreamed of Svetlana on a pillow of emerald moss and a Unicorn, timidly licking her succulent breasts and rosy cheeks. But this time, a huge gray-skinned demon was sitting right next to Sveta. He gently stroked the girl's shoulders and back with one finger, and she voluptuously arched in response to his movements ...

- Are you sleeping? - his voice pulled me out of sleep and brought me back to reality.

- What the heck? - I grumbled discontentedly and turned to the other side.

“You seem to have forgotten something at the store yesterday,” he said with a smile.

I deliberately did not turn to him, knowing that if I saw his smile, I could no longer be angry with him. And now I wanted to be angry with him. Although not. Somewhere deep in my heart I wanted to throw myself around his neck, kiss his cheeks, whirl in some kind of completely insane dance and tell, tell, tell. And to laugh ... But I was afraid to do it even more than to say in his face all the nasty things that I invented yesterday. Therefore, I lay to him with my back with my head under the blanket and diligently tried to banish a blissful smile from my face.

“Stop it, Shane, I already know everything,” he said after a long pause. - Nice to pretend and try to put on your favorite sour face. Get up and go drink coffee. I haven’t had breakfast today, but things are already a lot.This is your engagement to me like a bone in my throat.

“So why the devil is in such a hurry?” - I replied and looked out from under the blanket.

He really looked tired. (Especially for eroticspace.info) More precisely, he looked crushed, smeared, squeezed and aged at once for a thousand years. If gray hair gleamed in his pigtails, he would really look like my grandfather, and not like a younger brother, gouging on the morning after drinking.

- Problems? - I asked, trying to seem indifferent.

He nodded fatefully.

- The king of Guyara expressed a desire to appear at the reception.

- He is in mourning! Why should he hang around with tricks? - I was surprised, putting on trousers.

- Well, of course, we are now allies.

- And what have you decided?

“There is an idea to celebrate your engagement today in a narrow family circle, and only Trent and Nyck be invited to the official reception.” Well, if they want a father or a twins, then please, and send the twins for some task. What do you say?

- You specifically invited him, right?

“No,” he tiredly shook his head and got out of bed, where he had been sitting all this time, and not floating in the air as usual. “I didn’t want to invite him to your engagement at all.” At the wedding still all right, and at the engagement ... But there is too little time left to change something.

- In a narrow family circle is it like? As usual - one hundred and fifty guests, full war coloring and solemn look? Or can it be entirely family-like - in a bathrobe and slippers?

He laughed softly.

“Just come to your apartment here in Moscow today, Trent will take care of everything else, if I understood him correctly.”

- Will the reception be on Earth? - I was surprised. - This is quite unusual. And the neighbors will not be against?

“Shane, stop clowning around,” he said with unexpected annoyance.

“Okay,” I sighed, “where's your breakfast?”

He nodded toward the kitchen. There on the Svetkina kitchen table, covered with a snow-white tablecloth, there were three elegant cups, a silver coffee pot and several wicker baskets, from which light steam rose. I sniffed - magical aromas, smells at home!

- I ask to the table, - he grinned and stepped into the kitchen.

I followed him, and at that moment clicked the lock on the front door. I froze and stiffened.

- Calmly, this is Sveta, - the grandfather smiled. “Do you think she will be glad to see me here, or is it better for me to leave?”

“Better get out,” I nodded, still listening intently to the fuss in the hallway.

He winked at me, took one cup, chose several ruddy buns and disappeared into the rainbow, not reaching the wall with the window.

Meanwhile, the stranger quietly sneaked into the bedroom and stopped somewhere opposite the door to the hallway. I did not move, I tried not to even breathe, but it seemed to me that my heart gave me a headache — it beat my ribs with such force that it stunned me completely.

And then I heard a whisper. And exhaled with relief. It really was Light. She went to the bed and in a whisper called me by name. I put on invisibility and quietly walked behind her. God, she yelped when I ran my hands under her sweater!

- Fool, fool! - She repeated, pounding her fists in my chest. And she looked so scared and confused, joyful and angry at the same time, that I suddenly wanted to catch her in my arms, put me to bed and kiss her lips until pained.

“How beautiful you are with me,” I whispered, and, not waiting for her answer, I dug a kiss into her lips.

She knocked me a couple of times, and then hugged my shoulders and tightly pressed her whole body.

“I love you, Sveta,” I thought.