“No.” He went quiet for a second, then turned my hand over in his, tracing his thumb across my palm. “Chýbaš mi.”
I frowned. “Okay, that definitely means something emotional.”
Luka’s mouth twitched. “Why?”
“Because you’re looking at me like it matters.”
That earned a laugh. “It means...” Luka paused. “I miss you.”
I blinked. “You miss me?”
Luka nodded.
“You’re literally right here.”
“Yes.”
I stared at him. “That’s not how missing somebody works.”
“It can be.” Luka looked down at our joined hands. “I missed you before Milan.”
My chest tightened.
“Oh.”
His thumb moved across my palm. “I missed you when you were standing three meters away from me.”
There was a lump in my throat.
I tightened my arm around him and pressed a kiss into his hair.
“Teach me how to say it back.”
“Chýbaš mi tiež.”
I repeated it carefully.
He nodded, his smile warm. “Better.”
I touched his chin, waiting until he looked at me.
“I’m really glad I found you.”
His gaze held mine, and then he kissed me, unhurried enough that I forgot what I’d been about to say. When he finally pulled back, he said something in Velkaran that I didn’t understand.
This time, I let it stay untranslated.
Luka
“So wereyou happy with today’s progress?”
I looked at him. “We spent most of the afternoon being yelled at by Mark.”
Dean appeared offended. “Correction.Youspent most of the afternoon being yelled at by Mark.”
“You were encouraging him.”
“I was enjoying myself.”
