𝐃𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

35. 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘱

[ Y/n ]

I looked back at the recordings of my competitions. Watching how well I interacted with the ice. So smooth and comfortably.

I knew that I had the fall in here as well but when I try to watch it, I just get triggered.

I miss winning.

I miss hearing the cheers of amazement at my skill and beauty.

I miss being me.

Boris came into the room and came over to the desk. "You watching skating?"

I nodded and looked up at him.

"You miss it."

I nodded again and he looked over at the screen.

"You are still so good. No skater could beat you." He smiled.

I shrugged and looked back at the computer.

"I'm just not good anymore, Boris." I whispered.

He kissed my head and I laid my head against him.

"You will never see you how I see you, detka. To me you are the most beautiful, most successful woman I know."

I nodded and Boris shut my laptop.

"So... Come here."

He pulled me out of the chair and I held him. "Boris-"

He kissed my head and I put my arms around his shoulder. Boris hummed and swayed with me a little. "We could... Cheer you up." He whispered, kissing my neck playfully.

"Boris!" I hugged him tighter and he laid me down on the bed. Boris stared down at me and smiled at me. I smiled back and sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Boris kissed me and got onto the bed with me.

He kissed my jaw and I brushed my fingers through his hair.

"You're everything, Boris."

He laughed and sat up.

"Everything?"

"Everything good." I smiled.

He stared at me for a moment before speaking up again,

"Marry me."

My eyes widened and Boris looked around. "I do not have no ring but- but, get married with me."

I sat up and he looked at me anxiously.

"I would love to marry you, Boris."

He laughed and kissed me, hugging me tightly. I kissed him back and Boris rubbed my face with his thumbs.

"Good... This is good."