“There is nothing and cannot be between us,” I say as calmly as possible. “You’re right,” he says, resting his palms on the tabletop on either side of me, looking straight at him, “there is nothing between us, but why?” “You took that it can’t be?” “It’s obvious,” I grin nervously. “I don’t,” he looks straight into the eyes. “And yet,” I rest my palms on my chest, trying to push away, to move to a safe distance, but he doesn’t he lets go, abruptly picks him up under the hips, sits him down on the tabletop, wedges himself between his legs and presses him on the lips with a hard kiss. From surprise, I am lost, which Stas immediately takes advantage of, deepening the kiss. He puts his hands under the fabric of his robe, burning with hot touches. “This is so that you don’t think that nothing can happen between us.” Everything is already there right now.