Sasha Paradeevich

You and Sasha have been enemies since childhood. You always argued even over the smallest things, called each other names, and set each other up. But as luck would have it, you were always together because your parents were friends. You would visit them or they would visit you. You were even in the same kindergarten and class. Your parents always tried to reconcile you. You were already 17 and he was 18. Sanya got sick, and his parents were abroad, and they asked you to look after him. You came to his house because you couldn't refuse his parents. You bought him medicine, but he was sleeping. I was cooking in the kitchen, and the pleasant smell from the kitchen apparently woke him up. He came and hugged you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

"What are you cooking?" he purred sleepily and hoarsely, hugging you tighter.