RPOV
"Are you hungry?" Dimitri asked. I looked up at him and smiled.
"Yeah." Right on cue, my stomach started rumbling. Dimitri gave a small smile and got up.
"I'll make you something."
He's such a gentleman. He's everything I want in a guy. Kind, gentle, sweet, bighearted. But I really want to get to know him. Dimitri's my secret love, why shouldn't I get to know him, right?
When Dimitri came back, a sandwhich on a plate in his hand, I thanked him.
"Dimitri?" I said. He looked at me. The way he looked at me made my stomach do back flips. Those eyes held so much intensity, so much emotion. They were almost hypnotizing.
"Roza?" he said, breaking me out of my trance.
"Roza?" I asked.
Dimitri blushed and looked down. I scooted a little towards him, until our arms bumped. He looked at me, those beautiful eyes big, almost like a puppy. My heart melted.
"Can you tell me what a Roza means?" I asked softly.
"It's the way your name is pronounced in Russian." He looked down again. I put my hand on his shoulder. He tensed just a little before relaxing, almost leaning into my hand.
"You're Russian?" I asked. He nodded. "I never would've guessed. You're good at hiding your accent."
I could feel Dimitri's smile. "I'm not that good."
I smiled. "Let's get to know each other."
~Secret admirers~
Dimitri was a little hesitant about what I said at first, but he agreed.
"Do you want to go first?" I asked. Dimitri shrugged. "I'll go. My full name is Rosemarie Hathaway, but I hate being called Rosemarie so I go by Rose. I'm 17, I used to be considered popular, but popularity means nothing to me. For the mean time, I don't have any friends except for you." I looked at Dimitri, whose eyes gleamed and sparkled. "My parents are workaholics. I'm an only child. I love to eat, donuts are my favorite food. My favorite color is blue and that's about it."
"Do you like anyone?" Dimitri blurted. His cheeks turned a deep reddish color, and he averted my eyes.
"Yeah, I like someone," I said slowly. "Better yet, I love this someone." Dimitri bit his bottom lip. "I've loved him for years, but I don't think he loves me."
"How do you know?" Dimitri asked. My heart pounded in my chest.
I shrugged. "I don't. But I'd do anything to find out if he loves me, too." I looked at Dimitri, studied him. Sharp, chiseled jaw; full, pouty lips; those gorgeous brown eyes; shoulder-length brown hair, looking as soft as silk; tall; well-built, looking more like a god than a man. Dimitri's muscled, not the bulging, disgusting kind of muscles, but the kind that are attractive. Golden tan skin. An intoxicating scent. His voice deep and melodic. How could someone not find him attractive? I gave a dreamy sigh.
"Roza?" Dimitri's voice snapped me out of my haze. I blinked a few times, focusing on Dimitri, not his beauty.
"Yeah," I whispered. Dimitri looked me in the eye. Searching, probing. His breath hitched in his throat. I quickly looked away. What did Dimitri just see? My chest tightened. Was I that easy to read? I hoped not. I looked down at the floor. I wanted the ground to gobble me up, to make me disappear. If Dimitri saw my attraction for him, he'll probably stop being my friend. If he even considers me a friend.
"It's okay, Roza," Dimitri said. "It's fine." I nodded. I couldn't think coherently. My voice didn't want to work.
"I should probably be going soon," I finally said. I looked up and saw the disappointment in Dimitri's eyes. Could I have come up with something better? Yes. But that was the best I came up with.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Dimitri asked.
I shook my head. "Thanks for letting me come over."
DPOV
She loves me.
