He jirated his hips to the song playing from his phone, completely unaware of the amused girl watching him from the kitchen entrance.

"Mamma Mia, here I go again!" He sang along in a high pitch, mixing the pancake batter with more force than necessary.

"Didn't know you were an Abba fan." The blonde girl mused.

Mikhail jumped out of his skin at her voice. Seconds later he managed to turn and look at her, failing to conceal the blush that spread across his cheeks.

"I'm not." He mumbled.

"Liar, liar." Lisa teased.

She walked towards him, her long legs, graceful like a gazelle's, exposed beneath his shirt that she borrowed for the night.

"I can't believe you won't let me fuck you." Lisa said.

"We talked about this Lisa, I told you it's not allowed." Mikhail sighed, reaching out to hold her hands in his.

"So is kissing, and we've done plenty of that before." She stated.

"Can we not talk about this again?" He pleaded.

"Fine." She gave in. "But I really would like to meet the girl you lost your virginity to and see what was so special about her that you let her fuck you but not me."

"There wasn't anything special." He lied. "I was just drunk."

Mikhail could feel old memories resurfacing in his brain, so he quickly tried to block them by placing his lips on Lisa's.

But soon had to pull away when a knock came on the door.

"I'll get it." He said.

He took a few long strides out of the kitchen and down the corridor, but froze mid walk when he heard a familiar voice.

"Mikhail open the door!" His mother was shouting.

Oh, shit.