I launched myself off the bed and opened the door. She stood there with two paper cups, and I caught the aromaof tea.
“I brought a bribe,” she said as she went over to the desk. “In the hope that you would tell me what you are doing in your room when the rest of the team are enjoying the celebrations.” She deposited one cup, then sat cross-legged with the other on the edge of my bed as if she owned the place.
I leaned against the desk, arms folded across my chest. “I have… somewhere else to be.”
“With Dean?”
“Yes. And I need to change clothes, so thank you for the tea, but you can go now.”
Mila studied me for several long seconds, and I felt the weight of that scrutiny. Then her eyes widened. “You are nervous.”
“I amnotnervous.”
“Liar.
I looked away, which was apparently all the confirmation she required.
“Oh my God.” I jerked my head up in time to see her slow smile unfold. “I have waited years for this moment.”
I narrowed my gaze. “What moment?”
She pointed at me. “Luka Davorin is having an emotional crisis over sex.”
“I amnothaving a crisis.”
“You look pale.”
“That is just my face.”
Mila snorted into her tea. “You’re also doing a lot of denying.”
I hesitated, and before common sense could stop me, the question escaped.
“Your first time,” I said, carefully enunciating. “Was it with a man or a woman?”
Mila blinked, then placed her tea on the desk.
“Wow.” Her eyes sparkled. “As the Americans say… that was not on my bingo card for today.”
My cheeks were on fire. “Forget I said anything.” I straightened. If she would not leave, then I would take refuge in the bathroom.
“Wait.”
I stopped.
Mila stared at me in open astonishment. “This is the first conversation we have ever had about this.”
“There is probably a reason for that.”
“Yes, because the last time I suggested one of the Czech ice dancers was flirting with you, you nearly had a nervous breakdown.”
I gaped at her. “I did not.”
Mila looked me in the eye. “You dropped your water bottle, missed the bench when you tried to sit down, and spent the entire warm-up glaring at him every time he came within three meters of you.”
“In my defense, he was extremely obvious,” I muttered.
Mila laughed. “Poor Pavel looked terrified by the end of practice.”
