Eugene Grishkovec. Asphalt (№ 14608)

- How about you waiting for me? he asked, standing at the door.
- Do not cling to words, Misha! Don't torture me with such questions! I don't know how to answer you. Some kind of spectacle it turns out, in fact. Yesterday I tormented... Today I suffer because of that thought up yesterday and said. Don't ask me. Go.
Mike quickly stepped to her and hugged her. Package unpleasantly rattled, but not hurt. He hugged her and kissed her on the cheek, and then found lips and kissed him on the lips strongly, but briefly. She hugged him. So they stood, arm in arm.
- Forgive me, honey! - he said quietly.
- How seldom you kiss me, hug and even just a touch. And I always look forward to, ' she said quietly. - I'm always waiting and always worrying.