#Chapter371
I take an extra deep breath and move to the elevator fast as the door opens, in a bid to get my head straight and plant a somber smile and genuine look on my face, which I hope conveys welcome to Natasha. Natasha’s in the open space before I even get a chance to pull my thoughts together, as I watch the doors, head caught in the twilight zone, because she is suddenly in my face and kissing me on the mouth before I actually take in the fact she’s already in my apartment.
I recoil instinctively and manage to dodge more than a chaste brushing of lips, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Sophie isn’t watching. I feel guilty as shit and I no longer know for which girl or what reason. This is the same thing that happened after Sophie told me she loved me; first time Natasha tried to kiss me. I felt exactly this way. Like I was betraying Sophie somehow, and yet also betraying Natasha for thinking about Sophie at that moment. My head is so screwed up.
