Wow! You guys are great. I asked for five reviews on my last chapter and got nine! Yay! Soooo... I researched how to format correctly when Fanfiction funks it up, and I hope this chapter looks cleaner than the last. If not, then, I'm sorry, fellas. Boldface is a lower case 'strong' in those pointy brackets and italics is 'em' in the same things. The line breaks (enters) are just two enters or a "hard" enter (Shift+Enter) and a horizontal line is a 'hr' in pointy brackets , but that didn't seem to work this time (oh well) Sorrrrrrrrrrrry if I bored you there, but if any of you know how to fix this *minor* problem, please, I need you. (For your help, of course) By the way, it's Roza's POV

Disclaimer: Really, guys? I think we know by not that I most certainly do not own VA.

Onward!

And then, I struggled to escape from under him. My squirming only made him tighten his hold on me.

"Let me go!" I screeched, noticing the double meaning of what I was yelling. But I knew there was one true question: Did I want him to let me go?

I looked into his dark eyes again.

My first mistake.

And I realised that, no, I did not want him to let me go.

I wanted him to hold me, to cherish me, to love me. Dimitri must have seen a change in my eyes because he started to open his mouth as if to say something.

"Roza," Oh, his voice... "I just, look at me. I just want to apologise first."

Oh? Did he?

And thus began his long tirade of sincere apologies and the need for forgiveness. And I listened to it all, realising that he really was sorry. He stood up from the floor, allowing me to get up, too.

"Roza," he said softly, moving closer to me.

One step.

His hand reached out to brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

One step.

His hand gently carressed my cheek.

One step.

His fingers slipped below my chin to lift my face up.

One step.

His face moved nearer.

One step.

His lips were a tantalising distance away.

One step.

"But, Roza, I am most certainly not sorry for this," he breathed, his sweet breath blowing on my moist lips.

He moved closer as if to kiss me, but I deftly went to the side. I took one more step backwards and found my back pressed against the wall. My eyes widened in suprise. I was trapped.

Dimitri shifted so we were pressed flush against each other.

I gulped.

He cradled my face and bent down to whisper in my ear.

"My Roza, meet me tomorrow at seven o'clock at the coffee shop."

I nodded and he smiled a little. I returned it.

Once I was in my room, I glanced at my smallest finger where Lissa's ring rested. It was really beautiful, silver and opalescent, glistening like a translucent lake in the pale, flickering moonlight. I sighed as I sat on my bed. Tomorrow I would visit Dimitri.

Tonight, I would dream of him.

Phew! Tell me how it was...

Also, could I get maybe, oh, I don't know... ten reviews for the next chapter? I love you all! (In the most platonic way, of course).