So just pull the trigger.

10. You have weird problems

"Come straight up", Aki called from the window and dropped the keys that Eva was barely able to catch. The girl smiled shortly and watched as the man closed the window and disappeared from view.

 Well, perhaps Aki wasn't the most romantic man that walked on earth, but he was handsome and even mysterious. Steps echoed in the staircase as Eva walked up to Aki's floor. This was the first time she would see Aki's apartment. Usually, the man came to her place but had finally given in to her inquiries to visit. 

Kasper had asked if she was in love with the man, looking at her for a long time as if doubting that it was possible. Eva had smiled at her friend, told him that it didn't always need to be about love, not so fast, merely an infatuation... Aki was so different from Dima, and Kasper had noticed it as well.

Eva stood by the door and turned the key inside the lock. Aki didn't come to greet her in the hall. "Leave the keys on the bureau", she heard from the other room and Eva glanced around her leaving the keys where Aki had requested. The memory of how warmly Dima had smiled whenever they met entered her mind. The memory of how he had kissed her cheek and told her that he had already missed her even though they had just seen each other the previous evening. Those memories brought a bittersweet sadness for a moment.

She was startled when Aki crept up behind her and squeezed her buttocks. "You look great..." He breathed in her ear and placed his hands upon her breasts. Eva smiled, uneasy with her memories, her longing for a time that was long gone.

"Thank you," she replied and turned. Aki was almost as tall as Dima and Eva had to tilt her head to look up at him. "So do you," she cooed. Her feelings were a mess, at times she thought that she could forget Dima and focus on Aki, and at other times she held on to a dream where Dima would beg her to return to him, telling her that he would break up with Linda only to have another chance with her.

Aki kissed her, demanding, rough, lifting her and carrying her to the bedroom. There was only little if any, romance, and Eva noticed herself missing it more and more. Dima had been gentle, she had been his first and Eva remembered wishing she had waited for her first time as well so she could have shared the experience with Dima. He had been kind and patient and it was becoming more and more difficult for her to understand the reasons that had made her give him up. At times she felt bitterness towards her father whose prejudices had made a major difference in the matter.

After sex, Aki lay next to her, barely catching his breath before getting up. "I'll go and take a shower," he announced, looked at her, and smiled. Eva smiled back without feeling satisfaction because it hadn't been given. However, Aki wasn't the first man who didn't really make that much of an effort in bed or thought that a few moans were enough. Longing burned in her chest. At least she had a boyfriend and satisfaction from sex wasn't all that important, Eva tried to convince herself. The most important thing was the closeness shared with another person, it was enough, it had to be enough.

Eva wrapped the blanket around herself to cover her nakedness; the bedroom was decorated simply and kept neat which seemed rare for a single man. There seemed to be nothing extra... with curiosity, Eva peeked into one of his closets; every shirt was neatly folded, as though he had used a ruler to ensure that. There was no doubt that this was the most organized man she had ever been with.

When Aki returned from the shower already dressed, he took one glance at her before starting to remove the sheets from the bed. "You go ahead and take a shower as well, let's go out for dinner after," he said. Eva cocked her brow; was her scent so disgusting that he needed to get rid of it at once by changing the sheets? Feeling hurt, Eva dropped the blanket to the floor.

"Where is the bathroom?" She asked and Aki glanced at her before moving his attention to the blanket on the floor.

"The opposite door." He replied and picked the blanket up, removing the comforter.