“Skazhi mne.”Tell me.
She shakes her head.
“Skazhi mne, Mila.”Tell me, Mila.
Her voice comes out broken. Barely audible.
“I’m dirty.”
The words land in my chest like a knife.
I don’t move.
“You’re not.”
“I am. I’m... I’ve been... You shouldn’t?—”
“Stop.”
She stops.
I move closer. Not touching. Just close enough she can see my face clearly.
“Look at me.” She does.
“You’re here. With me. That’s what’s real.”
I reach up slowly. I bring my hand to her wrist.
“Can I?”
She nods.
I gently pull her hand away from her mouth.
I bring her hand to my chest. Press it flat over my heart.
“Feel that?”
She nods.
Her tears come. Quiet. Her face is open. Nothing held back.
I bring my other hand up to her face. I wipe the tears away with my thumb.
“What do you want, Mila.”
Her breath comes out in a small rush.
“You.Tebya.”
“Please don’t stop.”
I lean in. I kiss her forehead. Then her cheek. Then her mouth.
Soft. Gentle.
When I pull back, I look at her.