The sheer excitement in her face, the way her composure broke into something almost like she was a child again, made Mika's heart beat faster. She wanted this. She wanted him there, beside her, close.
And Mika...Mika was already excited himself.
Not for the movie, no, that didn't matter.
What he wanted was to be in her arms again, to be pulled against her, to feel her warmth, her softness. To let her smother him the way she always did, chest pressed against him until all thoughts of sleep disappeared.
Yes. That was what he wanted more than anything right now.
Of course, he couldn't just say that outright. Admitting it would raise questions, make her suspicious. And Mika knew better than to risk that, so he had to go about the roundabout way.
Yelena's face lit up as she looked at Mika, her hand still clasping his tightly, her entire posture expectant. She was certain, after everything she had said, that he would agree. There was no way he wouldn't.
