Chapter One

I lent my head against his muscular chest and sighed contently. Dimitri put his strong arms around me and kissed my head.

"I love you Roza," he said a light Russian accent lacing his words, his large hand rubbing circles on my back leaving my bare skin feeling hot from where he was touching me.

"I love you too Comrade" I replied. I could just imagine him rolling his eyes at me for calling him comrade. We lay there until light poured through my window. He sighed soon my parents and my older brother Adrian would be waking up, so that ment Dimitri would have to leave. I hated sneaking around, lying to my family but they didn't approve of my relationship with Dimitri. They thought he was too old for me.

Dimitri lent down and kissed me sweetly, got up and started to put on his clothes. I got up off my bed and wrapped my robe around myself not taking my eyes of him. I couldn't help but wonder how this Russian god was standing semi naked in my bedroom. At 24 years old he was tall, around 6.7. He had brown hair that he kept tied up at the back of his neck. His eyes were a deep brown, they were endless, and sometimes I could loose myself in them. I loved this man so much and by some miracle he loved me to.

We held hands as we tiptoed towards the front door. My parents would be waking up soon and we couldn't risk getting caught. He opened the door quietly. So he wouldn't wake anyone up. He pulled me close to him and kissed me deeply. We kissed for a few moments longer and then he left. I walked quietly back to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I suddenly felt tired and climbed back into bed. I closed my eyes waiting for sleep to come but it didn't. I felt restless without Dimitri's warm arms around me. Even if my parent accepted our relationship I doubt they would feel comfortable knowing that we were sleeping together almost every night. Sleep eventually washed over me, but as soon as I was under it felt like I was being woken up straight away. I groaned and rolled over to see my mum sat on the edge of my bed.

"Cant this wait until the morning" I groaned.

Mum just laughed and said, " Hurry up or we'll be late".

"Late for what?" I asked confused

"Shopping for your Aunt Tasha's wedding"

I suddenly felt a jolt of excitement and leapt out of bed. I hadn't been shopping in ages. I'd spent all my free time hanging out with either Dimitri or my best friend Lissa. I ran towards my bathroom, had a quick shower, well quick for me. Blow-dried my hair. Put on my camouflage crop shorts and a black tank top. Applied some eyeliner and lip-gloss and went down stairs to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, my dad and brother Adrian sat at the table eating. My dad glanced up from his newspaper as I walked in and smiled, Adrian looked up and continued stuffing his face.

"Morning kiddo, did you sleep well?" my dad asked. He had been calling my kiddo ever since I was 5 and 13 years later the nickname just stuck. I rolled my eyes at him "fine" I answered. He nodded and turned back to his newspaper. I poured myself some cereal and sat down next to Adrian. Sometimes I thought he knew all about Dimitri and me. After I had finished eating I got up and put my dish in the dishwasher, just as I was finished tidying up there was a knock on the door. I went to answer it but mum had already beet me to it. Aunt Tasha stood in the hallway and smiled when I appeared.

"Hey, how's my favourite niece?" She asked as she pulled me into a hug.

"I don't have much competition as I'm your only niece," I laughed. Tasha is my mother's sister; she's in her early 30's and has long black hair. Tasha was more like my sister than my Aunt, I could always tell her things I couldn't tell my own mother. That doesn't mean I could tell her about Dimitri.