(IVANNA)
The bedroom looks the same, except, it feels totally different. Instead of the usual dread I feel when inside these walls, I am strangely relaxed. There are little touches of me everywhere. From the lipstick on the side of the table to the bra that I had flung on the chair. It feels familiar, and I realize that I no longer hate being here.
Is this because of how I was with Sergio in Moscow? Have I let his charm twist my mind into accepting this?
Or am I equally as dark inside as he believes?
Is he also experiencing this insane connection between us and the burning need for each other that suddenly feels so massive, too important to be just lust?
