TYLER
Thank God she's gone for a second. Seeing her like that, her hair loose around her shoulders, her lids heavy from sleep, in her tiny panties and tight T-shirt. Holy hell, Zoya has no idea what she looks like to me right now.
She has reallllly long legs and reallllly pretty skin and I'm not drunk, so I feel secure in saying that I am dead certain I have never seen a more beautiful woman than Zoya Kolochev.
When she comes back, she sits on her bed and pats the spot beside her. I sit, feeling oddly nervous and stiff.
"I'm glad you are here, Tyler." Her voice is so soft and sweet. It's like cotton candy.
"Really?"
"I wanted to tell you that I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me your story earlier."
"Oh." I wave off the comment. "It's no biggie."