Packets of crisps and cans of coke left by the staff began to pile up as Mikhail and I munched through them.

We, however hadn't spoken a word, which was both a good and bad thing.

On one hand I no longer had to hear his blabbering, but on the other, as more minutes of silence passed, it go harder to ignore the elephant in the room.

Every time I swept my eyes over him, I saw flashes of his features from two years ago. One image that kept popping up right now were the intent and lusty gaze in his brown orbs that night, and no matter how much I tried, I could not bury it this time.

"M-mikhail?" I finally broke the silence.

He raised an eyebrow in my way. "Yes?"

"Why didn't you want to play c-confessions?" I ask, bravely enough.

I may be already aware of the answer in my subconscious mind, but I need to hear him say it. The reason I do not know.

"Because the risk is too big." Mikhail says, his face expressionless.

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Should I do a chapter from Mikhail's point of view?