They paid and stepped outside, and the cool evening air greeted them like a playful breeze.
The stood side by side, he was a head taller than her
It was a bit chilly and she really started to wonder if her choice of clothing was really the ideal choice.
Yes it brought out her curves and assests more and even revealed some skin but it was the best for cold weather.
She should have brought something both cute and warm.
But she shrugged cause life was too short for regrets.
And it already served it's purpose as she saw Yasha from time to time would sneak glances at the merchandise.
Inwardly she couldn't help but congratulate herself even if she was suffering from mild discomfort.
Yasha parked his car somewhere down the street.
So as they walked down the bustling street, the drifted to small talk, laughter blending with the sounds of the city.
This was the happiest, she's been in 3 months and it felt like a dream being with him again.
But her moments was ruined when suddenly.
In the middle of the sidewalk she collided with a guy in a brown coat and hat.
She lost her balance and started falling towards the ground, and she fell and coffee splattered across her crisp white shirt.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, irritation flaring, but her voice quickly faded as she registered the liquid soaking her clothing.
"You asshole, do you know how hard it is remove stains from white, I swear that am going to murder you."
She threw the target of her anger a muderous gaze
The guy also fell but his face was in different directions from hers so she didn't see his face , he stood up adjusted his glasses and said.
"I'm sorry about the coffee but you should really watch where you're going next time,"
And he quickly left.
She was dumbfounded, watch where you're going next time, the audacity of this bastard.
"Motherf*cker, watch where I'm going, go get new glasses You four eyed freak…"
Before she either chase after him or spout more obscenities that would most likely get her cancelled,
Someone grabbed her arm, livid she turned and became a pacified, it was Yasha.
Yasha's presence felt suddenly reassuring as he stepped in, grabbing her arm.
"Easy, easy!" he murmured, speaking to her. "It's just coffee. Are you alright, Chloe?"
And then she realised she just made a scene and she looked around and saw the passing people give her strange looks indirectly.
But worse she did it in front of him.
She shot him an apologetic look, feeling her anger dissipate.
"I'm fine," she said, forcing a smile, though she could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment.
"It's fine and I'll pay for the dry cleaning so leave him alone, am just suprised seeing you get upset."
"You don't have to pay it's just a little stain,and the outburst It was just a one time thing, I rarely act out like that."
"It's okay, let's get to my place to get you out of that shirt."
Yasha led her away from that unfortunate encounter, steering her toward his car.
She slipped into the passenger seat, thanks to his chivalrousness, and he quickly began driving through the dimly lit streets, music streaming softly in the background.
And she couldn't help but sigh herself, "I'm so cold right now, but Yasha is so hot, I wish he could share some of his heat with me."
As she continued to stare outside into the world she noticed they were slowing down.
And eventually, he pulled into a quiet parking lot,
It was empty and had some litter and junk lying around and apart from that nothing.
Looking confused she asked,"This isn't your place."
He mysteriously replied, "I know."
"Then why.."before she could continue.
"It because, I'm tired of waiting, I want to do something else than waiting."
"Do what exactly." She asked in an innocent tone, even though an idea already surfaced.
She wanted to hear it from his mouth.
"I want to make you my little pusik again."
In Russian 'Pusik' meant 'Cat,' dabbling in Russian a bit taught her that.
He leaned back the seats and pushed her slightly to the back of the seat, and he began bridging the gap between them,
"What if someone sees us, or hears." she asked as she was pushed back at the seat.
"Who in this empty parking lot will, especially with tinted windows, but for hearing that's up to you little 'pusik'."
Heat washed over her, the moment suspended in time.
This was what she wanted after the got back together his love, his attention again, it felt right.
And he continued.
"And not only do I want my pusik back, I also want to capture so many beautiful moments with her today but not with my camera but my eyes."
As his deep voice wrapped around her like a warm blanket.
The world outside the car faded away, leaving only the two of them cocooned in a bubble of intimacy.
Moments ago, she had been upset over a coffee stain, but now, with the sultry allure of Yasha's words filling the air, her nerves morphed into a thrilling excitement.
"Pusik," he whispered again, the term rolling off his tongue with an affectionate cadence that made her heart race.
"I want to learn every little thing about you, every secret you hold."
Chloe's breath hitched as she felt herself drawn closer to him, the smell of his cologne—woody and spicy—inviting her in.
"Everything," she murmured, her pulse quickening as he leaned slightly into her, framing her face with his hands.
"Everything," he reapeated.
She bit her lip and looked away, thinking about it, she had secrets she couldn't just share with anyone.
"I don't think I can—." but she was cut off.
"What if I want you not to think at all?" those words sounded so sexy coming from his lips
He leaned in, brushing his lips gently against her forehead,
A gesture so tender it sent shivers down her spine, and he continued with two words.
"Just feel."
The moment hung in the air,
her decision became undeniable—the urge to surrender to the electric chemistry ignited between them was overpowering.
"Damn I can't take it anymore, Let's throw of our clothes already I'm freezing," she breathed, heart racing.