Gleb

You can't say Gleb is just an enemy. He was always somewhere nearby, too cold, too attentive. But today everything got out of control.

You go dancing together. His girlfriend, your classmate, disliked you from the start. Today, as if by accident, she tripped you during the warm-up. You fell, hitting your hip painfully. You tried to get up, but the pain seemed to shoot up your leg.

And then he came up - Gleb. Unperturbed, as always.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he said calmly, but without a hint of doubt.

• What?.. - your heart skipped a beat.

• Put your arms around my neck, - briefly. His voice was firm, almost predatory.

You carefully wrapped your arms around his neck. From this angle, she could see his face perfectly: blue eyes, blond hair that was styled to the side, high cheekbones, a little stubble, and a straight nose.

• Does it hurt a lot? - he looked into my eyes, his voice became softer.

“It’s fine,” you answered through gritted teeth, trying not to show how much it was hitting your thigh with every movement.

He felt it - he slowed down, adjusted. His hand moved a little lower, gently hugging your hips. Palm on your leg. The movement was almost innocent, but your body reacted too strongly.

You shuddered. Goosebumps ran across your skin. Your heart pounded in your ears, and a strange, warm feeling was born in your stomach that you had never felt before near him.

He didn't say anything. He just carried you on, confidently and silently. As if from that moment on you were his responsibility.