Okay peeps, this is the last time I'm gonna say this...
THIS STORY IS A DRABBLE! The chapters are short for that reason. A drabble is meant to have chapters with 100 words exact, so I'm not really following the rules by giving you chapters a bit longer. This story was written like this as a writing exercise.
Don't like? Don't read and click on that red X on the top right corner of your screen. As simple as that! Thank you... #RantOver
Dimka: minariveraff. tumblr post/21441297862 [go ahead ladies, drool]
20.
Black shoes, light charcoal slacks, black belt, white shirt, light charcoal blazer and vest, open collar and a loose black tie, which I wanted to pull so I could ravish those pink lips of his. His shoulder length hair was combed back and slightly wet, like he just got out of the shower.
Good God, I think my uterus just fainted.
Don't whimper, don't whimper, don't whimper…
"We only came here for pie. From all the places my little sister could choose, she picks this one. She said it was because it's your favorite, Roza."
I was too busy trying to tell my ovaries to not escape my body and try attack the man in front of me, to answer. Suddenly, a jab to my ribs woke me up from my Dimitri-induced-delirium and I turned to glare at Mia, who was unsuccessfully trying to suppress her laughter.
"Yes, it's my favorite." My voice came out like I had just breathed in helium and I could feel the blush warming my cheeks.
Ground. Open. Swallow. NOW!
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