Chapter 7

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YURI

So far our morning was going really well. It was full of laughs and secret glances and feather light kisses.

We finished the laundry with only one minor incident of adding a bit too much soap. It was fun throwing the suds back and forth before finding a mop and bucket in the supply closet to clean up the pink foamy mess we had made
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"Here's your sweater back." I smiled handing him the neatly folded striped sweater.

I'm almost sad to see it go.

"Well it will be waiting for you for next time." Victor winked. I felt giddy at the thought. I really did like that sweater. More so I liked that Victor liked me in it.

"Where to?" He asked eagerly as we hopped in his car.

"What would you like to do?" I asked. It was still too early to head to the market.

"I have an idea." He smirked.

The car ride was comfortable. I stared out of my window blushing madly trying to ignore his hand around mine.

Trying to ignore his thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the back of my hand.

Trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

I'm not doing so well at ignoring it.

"Where are we going?" I asked as the city shrank in the distance.

"One of my favorite places." Victor grinned.

My brows furrowed in confusion as the beach came into view.

"Um Victor? You know it's October right?" I asked glancing in his direction.

"Yep, so we should have it all to ourselves." He exclaimed showing his heart smile that I was falling in love with.

He's so cute when he's excited. How can a guy this adorable be a boring politician? Well then again Leo is pretty cool and he's running for mayor.

"C'mon." Victor opened my door for me and took my hand.

We took off our shoes and walked along the smooth sand near the edge of the cold water.

We would stop every now and then to pick up perfect pieces of sea glass. We held hands as we talked about our lives.

"So your mother was a ballerina?" I asked as Victor skipped a rock over the flat waters surface.

"Did your homework?" Victor arched a brow.

"Pichit is a blogger." I shrugged.

"Yes she was the prima ballerina. There was a long line of prima ballerina's in my family. When my mother married a politician and had me she still wanted to keep the tradition going.

I liked to dance, but I wasn't as passionate about it as she was. I wanted to help people and better my community. We were wealthy and I wanted to help others in a way that I knew how. Politics." Victor shrugged.

"So you passed your legacy onto Yurio Plisetsky." I concluded though it was more of a question. I couldn't make the link.

A strange look crossed his face as I mentioned the Russian Fairy.

Did I hit a nerve?

"He was a pupil of my mother's that I had befriended though I was older. He had raw talent, and the drive to go far. I took him under my wing, yes." Victor nodded seeming to want to conclude that conversation. 

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