I wave at him. “Privet. Kak dela??1”
“Privet?2.” He stops in front of me, a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Ya zadam tebe odin vopros, i budet kruto esli ty otvetish chestno, potomu chto mne kazhetsya ya udarilsya golovoy slishkom sil’no vo vremya igry.?3”
I frown at his cryptic wording, but I nod.
“Are you and Logan together?”
“Yes.”
“Aga?4.“ He threads his fingers through his blond hair. “Please don’t be mad when I ask you my next question, okay?”
“Okay,no ty menya pugaesh?5.”
He snorts, shaking his head. “Kto by govoril?6.” He swallows thickly and scans our surroundings. “I saw you and Camden kissing, and I’m certain Logan did too. But then the three of you were talking as if nothing happened, and you even kissed Logan once he joined you. What is that about?”
Cheeks flaming, I lower my gaze to my feet. Shit. I’m nowhere near prepared to explain our situation.
“Yana?”
With a defeated sigh, I look him in the eye. “I’m kind of dating them both.”
Roman stares at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m too old for this.”
“Roma!” I smack his shoulder.
He erupts into laughter that echoes off the cement walls. “Whatever floats your boat, I guess.” He winks. “Prosto bud’ schastliva.Vsye ostal’noe nevazhno.?7”
“Thank you.” I lean in and give him a quick hug. “Don’t tell anyone. Please.”
“Of course.” He breaks into a devilish grin. “But there’s no way I’m keeping this from Nev.”
I grasp his arm. “Please, let me tell her, okay? Is she in the family room?”
“She’s at home. She had a busy day at work, so she promised to watch from the living room.” With a wink, he skirts around me, heading for the locker room. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to yourboyfriends…for now.”
Fuck. With any luck, the guys will be too excited about my surprise to worry about Roman.
1 Hi. How are you?
2 Hi
3 I’m gonna ask you something, and it will be awesome if you can answer honestly, because I really think I hit my head too hard during the game
4 Uh-huh
5 but you’re scaring me
6 Look who’s talking
7 Just be happy. Everything else doesn’t matter
FOURTEEN
Midnight Kisses
CAMDEN
Logan’s sprawledout on the couch in my living room, scrolling on his phone. A soccer game is playing on TV, the volume low. He’s in a white shirt and dark blue jeans, and his hair is a perfect mess, as usual.
