Summary: Rose wakes up one night to see a burglar in her house! She later finds out that he was being hunted by the Russian Mafia. Rose is confused, she had only been living in Russia for a month and this man breaks into her window asking to hide in her house for a while? Rose decides to be a good Samaritan and help him out by letting him stay, changing his appearance, and even going to other extremes. Little does Rose know, her father, Abe, is the leader of the Russian Mafia.
I stirred in bed. Rex jumped off my bed and started barking like crazy. "Rex..." I growled. I was half asleep, and I would hate to be any less than that. Yet, the damn dog kept barking. I moaned as I pulled myself off my ever-so-comfy bed. I was going to miss it once I got up. I slid out like bacon grease. Yep, I miss it already.
I padded out into the hall with nearly no clothing on, except for my black boy shorts and navy blue tank top. I then heard a crash. I stopped mid-yawn and my eyes snapped wide open. Please tell me that was the stupid dog knocking something over. Please, please, please. I then crept the rest of the way, stopping to search for anyone. I then walked into the kitchen, pulled a knife out of the block, and went into the living room. The first thing I saw was the curtains billowing in the wind. Meaning the window was open. It's winter, in Russia. It's absolutely idiotic to leave your window open at night. You'll freeze before morning.
Then I saw a man.
He had thick dark hair in a bun on the back of his head, and a clean face, as if he had just taken a shower and shaved before breaking in. He was clad in a simple black v-neck shirt and darkly washed jeans. He was kind of... hot. Why would a hot guy want to be a burglar?
I jumped out then and ran at him. He noticed me, and with considerable speed, turned and blocked my shot at his heart with his arm. I slashed up it, leaving a horrible gash. He hissed and jumped back. Rex was on the floor next to him, limp. I gasped.
"You killed my dog!" I screeched at the top of my lungs and lunged at him. His eyes widened, he didn't even bother to wear a ski mask like they did in the movies.
I didn't let him have the chance to speak for himself, because I kneed him in the stomach. He buckled over onto his knees and gasped for air. My father taught me a thing or two for self defense. I picked up the vase that sat on the coffee table next to him and smashed it over his head. He then face planted into my white rug. My eyes widened. Did I kill him! Oh my God...
I turned him over so that he lay on his back, and I looked over his wounds. Shit, I really fucked up his arm. There was a long bloody gash that went from his elbow down. There wasn't any blood from his head, and I listened to his breathing, so that meant that he was still, hopefully, alive. I then rushed for my dog, Rex. I pulled him to me, and all his fat. He was a Sharpei, so he had a lot of extra skin laying around. Utterly fucking adorable, if I do say so myself, though.
I held his stomach to my ear, and felt the faintest of a heartbeat going. I sighed in relief. I looked down at the man then. Oh boy, what to do with him...
I decided to drag him to the couch. My expensive black leather couch. Ugh... He was incredibly heavy, estimating around one hundred and seventy or so. Great. I groaned as I pulled him halfway across the room. When I finally pulled him onto the couch, I puffed and took a good look at him. His face was peaceful when resting, and he looked so much younger. Right now, I took a guess of him being around... twenty five. Most likely. He was stretched out head to toe on the couch, and he nearly didn't fit. He must be around six foot seven, and that was hard to come by in this age. People usually grew to at most six foot two or three. I, on the other hand, was five foot two. Eh. Not tall, not at all, but definitely not too short. Right?
Okay I guess you can tell that I'm a little bit self conscious about my height; but it's not like I'm self conscious about other things like my weight or body. In those regions, I'm fine.
I looked back down at the man. I then realized that I had no idea who the hell he was. A stranger. A stranger on my new couch. I kneeled besides him and picked up his arm. It was still bloody, so I went to go search for my first aid kit. I came back with Ace bandages, band aids, anti-bacterial ointment, etc. I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure I can address something like this.
The man flinched in his sleep. I looked back up at him, but then back at his wound. When I started spreading the ointment over the gash, he hissed and groaned. I could tell that he was in a lot of pain, and hell, if I got stabbed by someone, I would most certainly be too.
I finished with the anti-bacteria crap and went to grab the Ace bandages. I wrapped it over the cut and patted it to make sure it was tight. It seemed so, so I smiled at my work, and got up. I cleaned up my little station, and went into the kitchen. I started making tea when I stopped myself.
What the hell am I doing?
I should be calling the cops, I realized. There was a potentially crazy axe murderer in my house, and I was making tea for him. Bloody Hell. Ridiculous. I walked over to the man and put my hand over his forehead, but he was normal temperature. My hand stroked his cheek then. It was soft, a product of shaving so perfectly. There wasn't a stubble in sight.
All of a sudden, in a matter of a millisecond, his hand came flying at mine. He grabbed it in a bone clenching squeeze, but then let go, and instead rested his hand over mine. It was much, much bigger, but it was warm, and soft. His eyes fluttered open behind his long dark brown eyelashes. They met mine in a matter of seconds. I was in shock.
I froze-literally didn't move a muscle. There was an electric current running through the connection of our eyes. He didn't move either. I then started breathing again, and averted my eyes. I pulled my hand out from under his and brought it to my side.
"Sorry," I said suddenly. "I didn't mean to knock you out," I blurted. I felt the blood rise to my cheeks. The man smirked.
"Don't worry; I would have absolutely done the same thing," he said with a slight Russian accent. I looked up at him and scanned his face. It didn't look like he was lying, nor that he was about to jump at me and break my neck.
"What is your name?" I next said. I couldn't help but let it out; it was all that I had been thinking about-well mostly. The man chuckled and closed his eyes.
"Dimitri Belikov," he said and turned to me. "And I'm dying to know yours as well," he said.
"Rose Hathaway," I said without thinking. I blinked and turned away, my eyes landing on my dead looking dog on the carpet. I reached out and brought him into my arms. I cuddled him under my chin and against my neck for comfort. I looked at Dimitri with big eyes. "What did you do to him?" I asked like a child that was missing something.
"All I did was kick him, he should be fine," Dimitri said and started to prop him self up. He hissed in pain and fell back on the couch. With one hand, I rested it on his chest.
"Lay down," I instructed, and Dimitri did so. I looked up at the clock on the wall and groaned. One forty-two. Fantastic. I got up and walked into my bedroom. I set Rex down on my bed, and was turning to leave when I caught myself looking in the mirror. Oh my God! Was I really wearing my panties and a tank top that whole time! Sweet Jesus! I quickly tossed on a T-shirt and pulled on a pair of skinny jeans. I walked out then, flustered, over to Dimitri. He smirked at my new appearance, and I glared in return. He held onto the wall to ballance himself up in a sitting position.
"Thank you for taking care of me," Dimitri said, and I nodded at him. I walked into the kitchen and brought him the tea I had made. He was thankful for it, and brought it to his lips for a sip.
"It's no problem," I said and sighed. "I'm really sorry about the whole stabbing thing, though," I repudiated. Dimitri shook his head and looked down at his arm. The blood had stopped gushing, so it was in much better shape.
"It's fine, Rose," Dimitri said soothingly. I calmed down. That was the first time he had said my name, and it sounded velvet compared to the way other people spat it. "You must be eager to know my situation, am I right?" he asked and I gave him a knowing smile.
"Why did you break into my house in the middle of the night?" I asked. I was indeed curious to know what the hell kind of situation causes you to break into other people's houses.
"I'm being hunted down by the Russian Mafia," Dimitri said, and I almost started bursting out laughing. I bit the knuckle of my forefinger, and let no laughs escape. This man was a real piece of work. "They're real, I can assure you," he continued to say, and he put his tea down. He then proceeded to pull his shirt over his head. My eyes widened as his toned and muscle packed stomach showed countless bruises. "How do you explain this?" Dimitri asked, pointing to the marks.
I thought about it for a second. "You have an abusive father?" I said, joking. Dimitri shook his head, but smiled at the same time as he pulled his shirt down. I was frankly sad that the sight was put away, because I was having fun looking at it.
"Rose, those bruises are from baseball bats. I doubt a father would go to those extremes to beat his child. Plus, my father is dead," Dimitri said, and I instantly felt sorry for him, and mentally cursed myself for saying something so stupid.
I showed a look of concern. "Dimitri, I'm sorry," I said and he furrowed his brows.
"No, it's absolutely fine. He was a horrible, horrible bastard that is hopefully burning in hell," Dimitri said as he sipped his tea nonchalantly.
I was quiet for a second. I didn't know where or how to continue. I opened my mouth to say something, but I was lost, and didn't know what to say.
"Now let me ask you a question," Dimitri said. I looked up at him and waited for him to continue with his thought. "Why didn't you call the police on me?" he asked.
I was aghast. Why hadn't I? I had been asking myself that earlier. Three easy numbers: 9-1-1. I truthfully didn't know the answer. I voiced my thoughts. "I don't know," I told him. "For some reason... I felt you were kind of harmless," I told him sheepishly.
"Well, I am thankful that you didn't, but frankly, you'd be surprised what I have done in my lifetime," Dimitri said, quieter now. His eyes flickered at the ceiling, and then back at me. "And now the Mafia is after me for it," Dimitri said. I gulped. Now I realized that he might actually be a crazy axe murderer. I slowly started inching away. As if he could smell my fear, Dimitri spoke. "Don't be afraid of me now, I would never harm a woman," he said and his voice turned vengeful, "unless she had done something unforgiveable."
A weird noise came from my throat. I coughed. "Please don't prove it," I said and got up. I couldn't help but yawn. "I'm sorry, I'm really tired. Would you like a bed to sleep in?" I asked.
He didn't move. "I'm sorry if this may be an inconvenience for you, but would you mind if I hid here for a while?" Dimitri asked. "I'll pay you," he added.
I shook my head. "No, that's totally fine," I said and motioned for him to follow me. You can sleep in the guest room. My friend usually sleeps in there when she comes over-"
"I can't meet your friend," Dimitri cut me off and looked down. "I can't be out in the open or speak to anyone for a while," Dimitri said, crestfallen.
I walked over to him and helped him up. I made myself his human crutch, though I wasn't much. I didn't make it anywhere near his armpit. "What about your family?" I asked.
"They..." Dimitri muttered. "were killed by the Mafia," Dimitri said, and I saw his pain. His whole family wiped out. That must be harsh. I hugged him, and to my surprise, he hugged me back. We stood there for a whole minute, just hugging. It felt good. When we broke apart, I took his hand and led him to the guest room. He was out like a light right as his head hit the pillows. I smiled at him and walked back to my room. Rex was now breathing heavily on my bed, and I was instantly relieved. I pat him as I slid into bed. And like that, I'm asleep too.
I wake up barely seven hours later at eight thirty. I look at the alarm clock that read me the same words. I wanted to smile, when I realized I was late. Very late. "Shit!" I screamed as I threw myself out of bed. I had fallen asleep with my jeans on, and I didn't bother to change them. I picked up a striped blue and white blouse and buttoned it up. I tucked in some of it, but left the rest out. I would get the rest later. My long brown hair was in waves, and looked good for once. I needed only minimal make up; mascara and some eyeliner. I didn't look in the mirror a second time, because I already knew I looked good. I grabbed my purse and ran out of the house, Rex barking behind me. I completely forgot about Dimitri sleeping in the room next to mine when I left.
I parked in the lot for employees behind the building where I work. I stumbled to get out. I locked my Mercedes Benz behind me. It was a little gift from my Dad on my eighteenth birthday.
I walked in through the back door. Only Lissa noticed me sneak in.
"Nice timing, Rose," Lissa said and rolled her eyes as she took some plates with extravagant deserts on top to some customers. I sighed and put my bag down underneath the counter. Lissa's boyfriend, Christian, was working my shift. He turned around when hearing my name and sighed in relief.
"Finally you're here! My fingers are killing me from typing so much!" Christian said and gasped.
I gave him a sceptical look. "It's been almost an hour, Christian," I said. "Drama queen," I said under my breath. He ignored it and walked off into the back to help with other things. Lissa and Christian were the main waiter/waitress around here. Eddie sometimes worked as a waiter, but mostly just worked on learning new recipes to try and such. Mia was the main cook-and boy was she good. Stan Alto was our supervisor and manager of the cafe, but Adrian Ivashkov was the owner.
It is a good cafe. Perhaps amazing. It is very popular, and getting hired is very difficult. Though it is small, there is an immaculate amount of business. Usually, the place is only for breakfast, brunch, and lunch. It's more of a place that sells sweets and drinks rather than full plates of food. It's not a big place, though you could hardly call it small. The cafe raked up money like there was no tomorrow, that's how much people liked the food; and not to mention the friendly atmosphere. If one of the employees were to get into a brawl with one another or a customer, they would be fired in the snap of fingers.
I slid on my name tag that clearly stated my name was Rose Hathaway. I then remembered to tuck in the rest of my shirt. Once done, I looked up and met eyes with a customer. A cute customer.
"Hi, what can I get you?" I asked in my sugary sweet voice that nearly anyone could fall prey to. The guy smiled back.
"Hey, could I get a double chocolaty chip Frap?" he asked and I nodded right away, pressing the button on the cash register. He had dark brown eyes-similar to the ones of the current stranger in my house right about now-and red hair. It was cute, a ginger. His face was speckled in freckles.
"Four seventy-five," I said and he held the money out. I took it and put it in the register, giving him a quarter in return for his five dollar bill. He smiled as I pulled a cup from the stack besides me and poised a permanent marker up to the clear plastic cup. "Name?" I asked. I had been waiting this whole time for this moment.
"Mason," he said and smiled. I smiled in return and wrote his name in my cute curly handwriting. He said his thanks and walked over to the other side where you collect your order. I gave him one last glance until I had to use the same sugar-coated voice on my next customer, which was a pretty Asian lady.
Work went by pretty fast today, and before I knew it, it was lunch break. We had to go out in turns, so I asked Lissa to go with me today to get some food. She politely declined, however. She said Christian had already asked her out for lunch. I waved it off as 'It's fine, Lissa', but frankly, if she keeps choosing him over me, I'm going to break something. Preferably a bone.
So I went alone.
I pulled my name tag off and walked over to the counter where I had been working for the past three and a half hours. My first morning shift was finally over. I didn't bother to call out to anyone 'Bye!' because I knew nobody cared enough to reply. Okay, maybe the fact that Lissa keeps ditching me is getting to my head. Plus, I was going to see them in an hour.
I decided against Mexican, and chose Chinese instead. I ate quietly by myself as I was playing and texting on my new iPhone. I was disrupted by someone as they waved their hand in front of my face. I looked away from my phone and up at the person. By force of habit, a smile crossed my face. I was kind of hoping it would be that cute Mason, but to my dismay, it was none other than the infamous Adrian Ivashkov. I mentally rolled my eyes as my smile started to drop.
"Adrian..." I said almost awkwardly. "Hi," I said and looked back down at my phone. He took the liberty to sit across from me on the other side of the table. I had a small plate of Mu Shu pork, and some rice, and it was nearly all wiped out.
He smiled his winning smile at me from across the table and I tried my best not to look pissed. Because, frankly, Adrian pisses me off. Every single time I see him, he is trying to get at me. Because of one little work party (one in which I had hosted at my house), we had drank too much and things were starting to get hot and heavy. We ended up in my room in my bed making out. I don't remember much about that night, except for the fact that we were both half naked and kissing like there was no tomorrow. When I think back, I remember how gross it was.
Well, I mean, it's not like Adrian's ugly. He's really good looking in fact. That was probably what caused me to do something like that with him. I had always admired him, as did he with me. I realized that he does the same thing to almost every girl, however, and every ounce of respect slipped away from me.
"Don't look so happy to see me," Adrian joked and laughed. "What's wrong?" he asked almost concernedly. I looked up at him and blinked.
"Nothing is the matter, I don't know why you would deduct that," I said and looked back at my phone. He rested his cheek in his hand that was propped up on the table and sighed dreamily.
"Rose, I love you," Adrian said suddenly, and I jumped. I looked at him with wide eyes. He then started chuckling. "Kidding," he said finally and I relaxed. "Unless you feel the same way..." he hinted and I made a disgusted sound and rolled my eyes.
"Adrian, leave me alone. Can't you tell I'm trying to have a decent lunch?" I asked. Naturally, I would be a little concerned because ninety-five percent of the time, I was being a worry-wart and a kiss-ass to everyone. "You're starting to ruin it," I said and he held a look of mock hurt.
"Is that anyway to treat your employer?" Adrian asked in fake shock. I fought the urge to roll my eyes for the third time in the last five minutes. "And three months ago, I don't think you would have thought that," he said devilishly. My eyes narrowed and I stood up. I opened my purse to find my wallet, but Adrian beat me to it. He dropped a hundred dollar bill on the table and stood up as well. "Why don't we go on a stroll?" he asked with a smirk, and I couldn't think of anything better than to walk away.
Adrian called out my name and for me to stop, but I ignored him. The restaurant was pretty big, so I had to go through a maze of people and tables and chairs to get out. Adrian followed me the whole way, and when I was outside and on the perimeter of the place, Adrian grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. He caught me in a tight embrace, obviously wanting me to hug him back, but I refused.
"Why don't you like me?" Adrian finally asked. I furrowed my brow at him and gave him a sad look.
"Adrian, I don't want to go over this with you again! You do this kind of thing to every girl with a ten meter radar. I don't want to be just another girl that falls for you, and ends up heartbroken-"
"You're the only girl I want," Adrian said, cutting me off. I was in shock, aghast. Had he really said that? Scratch that-had he really meant that? Of course not. How could I be so silly?
"Stop this. I'm not going to fall for that crap. Now if you don't mind, I have things to do-"
"Just a drink? Please?" Adrian said, nearly begging now. It was actually kind of cute watching him fawn over me like that, but I tried to ignore it. That sadistic.
I sighed. "Adrian. I'm only twenty," I told him and he nodded.
"At my place-"
"Oh no," I said and shook my head. "I'm good," I continued and started to walk away but he caught me by the waist this time and pulled me to him. I could smell his nice cologne, and it was nearly irresistible.
"Please. No funny business-I promise," Adrian said. He was being honest, I could tell. For some reason, I knew he wasn't going to stop, so I finally caved in.
"Fine. When?" I asked. Adrian nearly jumped for joy. His eyes lit up like a child in a candy store.
"Tomorrow night?" Adrian asked and I thought for a second.
"Sure," I said and turned away. I forgot that I was in his iron grip. He pulled me closer so that we were like white on rice. He put his finger under my chin, and pulled me in for a kiss. People walking around stopped and stared. Some awed, and others just watched. It didn't last long, and I made sure of that. Once it was over, I punched his chest lightly. He just chuckled and let go. I turned around and started walking down the street. People who had seen the kiss watched me, but I didn't give them the time of day. My fingers lingered on my lips where they had only seconds ago been on Adrian's. The enemy's. I shuddered. Gross.
I forced the thought out of my mind and returned to work. Christian and Lissa were back already, and had their hands all over each other as I approached the building. I parked and got out. I walked past them and couldn't help but mutter; "Get a room." The two blushed and pulled away, walking reluctantly into the cafe.
It was one, and the shop closed at four. Three hours to go. There usually are around half as many people coming in after lunch. People doing things, work, school. I'm in college, but I have an odd schedule. I have school on Tuesdays and Thursdays from eight to four. I don't know why it's so weird, but it makes work a lot easier.
The hours passed by slowly, slower than this morning. I mostly just talked to Lissa when she wasn't serving. She talked about her sex life with Christian, and I talked about what I needed to buy at the store tonight. Funny change of conversations, huh? Yeah things aren't too interesting in my life right now. But, apparently, Christian is an amazing kisser. I really wanted to know that.
Once my shift was over, Stan gave me my pay for the day. Little did anyone know, I was being paid triple the amount of money that everyone else was getting. I figured it had something to do Adrian's obsession of me. I said bye this time, and then left to my awaiting car. I got in and drove home, not before stopping at the grocery store first.
When I arrived at my house, I opened the door to see Dimitri and Rex. Rex was peacefully sleeping on Dimitri's lap while he was reading a book. It looked like one of the old western novels that I had around the house. I'm not sure why, but I used to love those.
He looked up at my sudden appearance, and Rex woke up and jumped off his lap to welcome me. I dropped my bag on the floor next to the door and picked him up. "Hi honey," I said to him in the cutest voice I could muster. I squeezed him and walked past Dimitri. I stopped mid-stride however. I took a second look at him, and he looked at me like I was crazy. "You... cut your hair," I said slowly. It was a shock. Just this (early, early) morning, he had his long hair up in a bun, and now it was cut much more shorter, into a choppier and shaggier look. It was neck length, and I have to admit, soo much sexier. I could drool. Honest.
"Oh-right. Yeah, I kind of had to," Dimitri said and set the book down. I carried the groceries past him and into the kitchen where I dropped them on the counter. I looked at the paper Eddie had gave me, he told me it was a new recipe. It sure looked good-bolognese spaghetti. I started the sauce, tomato sauce with chopped up pieces of hamburger that I cooked in a pan. I mixed the two together and then started boiling the pasta. In record time, I finished, and put both of them in a pot together. I mixed them real well, because it said the sauce would stick better. I served a plate for myself and placed it on the table, and a smaller portion in Rex's bowl. He loved it.
I walked into the living room where Dimitri was still reading his western book. I leaned past the wall and called his name. He turned his head in an instant, and waited. "Are you hungry?" I asked almost cautiously.
It looked like he was contemplating his answer. "Yes," Dimitri finally said. I waved a hand, beckoning him into the kitchen. He almost reluctantly got up and walked towards me. I got out a second bowl, and filled it with spaghetti. I served it to him at the table. We both ate in an awkward silence. Until Dimitri politely started a conversation. "Tell me about your family," he said, and I nearly choked on my food. I remembered earlier about his deceased family, and how hard it was for him.
"Well," I said. "I don't have any siblings, and my parents are divorced," I told him. "I don't see my mother too much; she works a lot, and is in a shitty mood whenever we're together. But my dad isn't too bad. I don't really know what he does... in fact, it's kind of a secret to everyone," I said and Dimitri nodded. Maybe we both didn't have the best family lives, but at least I had one. "If you don't mind my asking... what was yours like?" I asked.
A look of sadness crossed his face and he turned a little blue. "My mother and father as well were divorced. But I had three sisters; two older and one younger," Dimitri said, and it made it all the more harder for him to speak. But he plowed through it, and shook his head. "But it doesn't really matter if I had one at all now. I'm over it," he said, but I knew he honestly wasn't anywhere near that stage.
"Dimitri?" I said and he looked up with sad eyes. "It's okay, everyone loose people who they love sometimes," I said and put my hand on his. "You just have to meet more people."
He nodded. "I know," he said slowly, his Russian accent seeping into his words. His lip quivered, and I decided to put an end to this.
"How old are you?" I asked, and he was taken aback.
"Twenty-six," he said and I nodded. Nearly seven years older than me.
"Eat your food, or I'll feel bad," I told him and he cracked a smile. He twirled some noodles with his fork and took a bite. He had pretty good manners, which was surprising for some reason. I patted his head while he was chewing... it was kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing. I dropped my hand and finished my food.
I took both our plates out and started on the dishes. Rex padded into the other room. The lazy freaking dog. I sighed as I started to clean dishes. I was startled when a dark looming shadow was cast over me. I jumped and turned around. Just Dimitri. He stood behind me with a confused look on his face. I turned around and loaded the dish rack. Dimitri stood besides me and helped washing. He was like my little helper.
"I feel like a housewife," I said and laughed. Dimitri chuckled besides me, and it felt like my joke had been approved. We finished shortly in five minutes, mostly because there wasn't that much to wash, just a few pots and two dishes.
We walked into the other room, and Dimitri was in front of me. I noticed a few long strands that he had missed on the back of his head. I giggled. "Dimitri, do you want me to fix your hair?" I asked.
He gave me a confused look. "Why?"
"You... um, missed a part in the back," I told him, and he looked at the ground sheepishly.
We walked into the bathroom upstairs that was across from his guest room. I sat him down in a chair and found the scissors that he supposedly had used to cut his hair earlier. I expertly cut and layered his hair, perfecting it even more. He looked in the mirror and smiled, only making his whole look look even better.
"Thank you," Dimitri said, and I had to smile. It was just a habit. He looked gorgeous.
I wondered how long he was going to stay here. How long I get to be with him.
Okay first, I want you guys to review and tell me if this is a keeper, or if I should toss the idea. I'm not quite concrete on this story, im not sure why. I don't really know what to do with Dimitri's character. I want to put romance and fluff and stuff in my stories, but its hard when one of the character plays a perfect stranger. :l
Double Chocolaty Chip Frap: Starbucks. That is like THE best drink ever made, am I right? I didn't know what else to put, I don't know if there's like a copyright problem with that or whatever... but I'll be the disclaimer: I don't own Richelle Mead or Vampire Academy; nor do I own Starbucks' frappacino drink.
I have a few ideas with this story, but I want to make it brief, because I'm trying to finish Living In Siberia first, because I love that story. Haha, if you haven't read it yet, go check it out! I'm working on a lemon chapter right now, so I have a little bit of writer's block. Plus my other story, For You, is currently on hold, so if you're waiting for that, you're out of luck. I have no idea what to write for that, I'm really stuck. Maybe I'll just delete it.
Anyway, enough rambling, just review and tell me what you think. Thank youu!