Sputnik Sweetheart

Belarus?
Eastern European glamour.
Like a puppy. A cuddly puppy. Except seductive. A mix of Mick, Mikhail, and Eugene Hutz. Not what I was expecting. Gorgeous. Hard to push his hands away. Harder not to let him come home, per his pleas.

Although, I wasn't expecting this from V either. He is a child after all.
I don't know what scared him. I'm so disappointed. Now what? Confrontation? Or the easy way, just let is dissipate into awkwardness and bitterness. I can't look at him without wanting to touch his face, though.

And then tonight. What am I doing?

I'll be in Maine on Friday. Away from them all. For a bit.