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"Well, he's okay," I answer, as if I'm not telling the biggest lie of my life.

"He is the embodiment of Apollo." Zeus himself, I would say.

"Yes, he is hot, but many guys at the university are like that. Liam, for example." I speak with a drawl.

"Of course, Liam is hot, but I'm ready to sell my soul for the dimples on Danylo's face."

I'm blushing. Do all girls have a thing for dimples?

"But he has a wife and soon will have a child." I remind Lily and myself.

"Yes," sighs Lily, "you are right." She moves closer to me.

"Well, here it is." A smile spreads on her face.

"What?"

"You're jealous."

"I'm not jealous!"

"Amelia, I needed to say just two words about Danylo and you almost killed me with a look."

Okay. Maybe I'm jealous. Just a little bit. However, I will never admit it. To no one.

Chapter 31

Sunday morning started again horribly. I was reading a new novel until three in the morning and woke up too late today.

That's why now I think about all the bad words in the world, because I was late for the bus. In advance, I send another SMS to Sebastian.

Me: I'm late for the bus. Pick me up, please. HAVEN'T YOU FORGOTTEN THAT I AM COMING TO YOU TODAY?

Him: How could I forget if you sent me twenty messages yesterday and five this morning.

Me: Sorry, I don't want to see your bare ass again.

Him: Actually, I wasn't naked.

Me: Actually, I don't care. Get dressed and come get me. I'm cold.

Him: Already on my way.

Him: Didn't you forget that we're having dinner with Louis tonight?

Who will forget that. I stayed up all night thinking about what to say and how to behave.

Me: I remember.

Knowing Sebastian already on his way means that he just got out of bed and is going to wash himself. So I decide to go to the store and buy some food.

The weather changes very suddenly, and I don't like it at all. Although it’s already the middle of December, so it shouldn’t be a surprise if it snows.

Mid-December.

I haven't seen Danylo for over a month. If, of course, we do not take into account those moments when he was waiting for me under the auditorium, and I ran out of it as if possessed and hid throughout the university. I miss him. Like a friend. I miss our conversations, but I did the right thing. He has his own life, in which there is no place for me. I attract failure, and he is the last person who deserves it.

I continue walking, occasionally looking back at passers-by. I look up when a familiar laugh catches my attention. Everything around floats away, only their image remains. Danylo lowers the pram down the stairs, followed by Zlata. He leans in to kiss her. Her hand rests on his back.

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