- Well, first of all, Artyom, not Aghahem. And secondly, he suddenly put his hands on my waist and squeezed it a little. I lost my vigilance, even stopped crying, and he slowly pushed me away from him. I wiped my tears out of my eyes so gently (I thought so) - and secondly, I'm sorry for what I said there. It was too rude to you, it snapped.
- I'm sorry if you let me hug you again," he cried, already reaching back to him. He gave me five minutes to enjoy it, even holding my waist, so that I could hang easier on his neck. And then I pulled myself away because I felt like he was getting tense.
- Will you make it yourself? - He'd already gotten on his bike, obviously about to rush out right away.
- I won't," he said, "negatively shaking his head, "Give him a lift, please.
- You do, kid, I wasn't hired as a delivery boy," he yelled. Others may have been frightened, but I was shaken with pleasure. It was all so alpha-like.
- Okay, I crawled," sniffed theatrically and waddled, limping, to the cafe.
- You're going to play at my place," Artyom snapped, throwing my carcass on my motorcycle. I smiled happily, but without him seeing it. I hugged my Alpha by the waist, and we slipped out of place.
- Bye-bye," waved Artyom, who was leaving, and waved to the shocked Saint.
- What the fuck was that?! Are they hallucinations? Or did Ristalov just bring you on his motorcycle? And what happened to your knee? Is that him?!
I laughed happily and hugged him. We stood like this for five minutes, Svyat calmed down and started to make fun of him again.
- Who did you smell like in here? Did you clasp with your redheaded walking dream? And how did it go? Why were your eyes so swollen, like a wasp stinging you in both eyes? Is the wasp called Artyom by any chance?
- Yeah," he blissfully exhaled.
- What is it?
- Everything.
Then, at home, while Sacred was working on my knee, I was talking about my busy evening. The Holy One used to laugh and bend and laugh and laugh again. And in the end, he praised his persistence. Today, I finally realized that I didn't care what my alpha's fame was, I'd get it. Although it's not an alpha, of course, but it's mine.
Every day of my life began with a plan to figure out where, when and how to catch Artem. Svyatoslav suggested going to university with him. And it was a brilliant idea! While he was chewing on science, I was going to eat Artem, who had been avoiding me since that evening.
But today he won't run away. I found out where he might be, and now I'm looking forward to running to him.
Here he is. Artyom. Again with their guys, a couple of girls are hanging around. He noticed me late, so he couldn't escape.
- Hello, everybody, I don't know! - I exclaimed, sitting next to Artem.
- Svyatoslav, have you lost your mind?" a bunch of guys recoiled from me. Nobody found out, except Artem.
- You're the one who went crazy. Although I didn't introduce myself, my name was Stefan, and I'm Sveta's brother. I came to visit you from America.
Everybody was noisy, and the girls came closer. And I even tried not to embarrass and nervous my couple with my eyes. And I could do it! As the Holy One used to say, Artem avoided me because he thought I'd throw myself at him with kisses, hugs, and stuff when I met him. But I'm not stupid. Just because he let himself be hugged was one step toward it. And you can't hurry, or else he will run away.
I always found it easy to talk to people, so everybody relaxed quickly. Except Stepan. He was snooping around, but under Artem's gaze, he was silent. After the call, many people split up into pairs, but Artem wasn't going to attend his lectures. That's what I took advantage of.
- I'm hungry," he was hinted at while swaying on his toes.
- Go and eat," he opened one eye while lying on the bench with his hand under his head. - Stand still, the sun hits your eyes.
- I don't have any money," I gently stare at his face, covering it from the sun.
- Come to the Holy One, he is a rich boy, - advised me.
- Neither do I have a saint. - I learned a little closer to him, remembering every line of his face. My straight nose with a humpback, wide cheekbones, high forehead, lashes were not long, but fluffy.
- And what do you have? - When he rose sharply, he opened his eyes. Nose to nose, almost kissed! I pulled back unexpectedly. Artyom shriveled and stood up.
- Okay, let's go, what do you want? Ice cream? Or do you want cotton candy?
- I want ham! And cheese! And a fat sausage! - Rejoicing at his victory, ran next to him. Today he was wearing denim shorts and a white t-shirt that emphasized every muscle on his body. He didn't put his hair down and now it was funny, but his image of a bad boy didn't spoil it.
- Don't stare," I turned my back and giggled.
To be continued...