Dania Kashin || Danila Kashin ☆

You didn't know what exactly attracted you to Dan. You started dating only recently. He knew how to protect you—calmly verbally, but he could also punch you in the face, so why the fuck was he bothering you?

You're really tired this workweek. The endless paperwork leaves your arms and back tired. You and Danya rarely have sex because you're both mentally and physically tired. You can lie down in your finest lingerie—he'll just smile slightly and calmly hug you, feeling your slightly cool, soft skin.

Friday, 23:39, May.
You're both lying down scrolling through your social media feed.

• Dan, it's very stuffy in the room. Maybe we should open the window?
  He yawned, scratched his head, then stood up and put on jeans and a hoodie.
• Darling, get dressed.
  You were slightly surprised, listened to him, and started getting dressed. He threw the phone on the bed, including yours, took your hand, and led you out of the apartment to the roof of your high-rise. The gentle moonlight softly illuminated the two of you. You sat a little further away from the edge. It was that atmosphere of calm you were missing, when no one was bothering you. You rested your head on Danny's shoulder, and he began stroking your right arm. Now you understand that he has that same calm and comfort, instead of loud emotionality and parties.