Chapter 8

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Natashas POV

N: " Hi, Steve what's up. I wanted to invite you for dinner. Do you like to come over to me in 2 hours?

S: Yeah I really like to come over, OK see you later.

I hung up and walked to my closet to find me a dress, I picked the black and white. Then I head to the kitchen to prepare some Pelemeny. I already bought some frozen in the supermarket and just needed to cook them in hot water. I grabbed the frozen meatballs in pastry and plopped them in the hot water. While there were cooking I put on my dress and grabbed my cosmetic bag. I was ready now and returned to the kitchen the Pelemeni were ready for serve. The door bell ringed and I opened the door. It was Bruce?

N: What are you doing here ? I don't want to talk with you!

B: Nat listen, I'm really sorry for that and to make amends I bought you some flowers. So do you want to go for dinner somewhere?

N: No Bruce like you said IT'S OVER! I slammed the door and returned to the kitchen I turned of the cooker. 10 minutes passed and the doorbell ringed again. I hope it isn't Bruce again. I opened the door. Luckily it was Steve.

N: Good evening Steve. I made some food. Come in, come in. Feel free to do something.

We were sitting at the table and eating Pelemeny.

S: Mmhh, this is delicious thanks.
We ate the Pelemeny and then I poured two glasses of wine. We drunk two glasses and I was tipsy. I went to Steve and pulled him with me to the bedroom.

S: Romanoff are you drunk? I don't think you should do that.

N: Sweatheart, I'm Russian two glasses of whine are nothing. As long as I can think I should do everything.

S: Oh boy, you are really drunk it's better when you get some sleep and tomorrow everything will be alright.

I just didn't care and pulled him on my bed.

S: Natalia! I'm sure if you are sober you will regret it.

I stopped and went to sleep.
I woke up in the morning. Steve was watching at me. I slowly neared my face to his and put my lips on his. I pulled away and had my eyes close an were still smiling.

N: I'm really sorry for this yesterday I was a bit drunk and couldn't hold myself.

S: Oh this is forgotten. Let's just enjoy our free day.

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