"I just wish I'd been able to … I don't know, do anything … "
Swallowing back further tears, I pulled my hands from Dimitri's and stood up before I could say something stupid.
"I should go," I said thickly. "Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for … talking."
I started to turn; then I heard him say abruptly, "No."
I glanced back. "What?"
He held my gaze, and something warm and wonderful and powerful shot between us.
"No," he repeated. "I told her no. Tasha."
"I … " I shut my mouth before my jaw hit the floor. "But … why? That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You could have had a baby. And she … she was, you know, into you … ."
The ghost of a smile flickered on his face. "Yes, she was. Is. And that's why I had to say no. I couldn't return that … couldn't give her what she wanted. Not when … " He took a few steps toward me. "Not when my heart is somewhere else."
I almost started crying again. "But you seemed so into her. And you kept going on about how young I acted."
"You act young," he said, "because you are young. But you know things, Roza. Things people older than you don't even know. That day … " I knew instantly which day he referred to. The one up against the wall. "You were right, about how I fight to stay in control. No one else has ever figured that out- and it scared me. You scare me."
"Why? Don't you want anyone to know?"
He shrugged. "Whether they know that fact or not doesn't matter. What matters is that someone-that you-know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend."
"Like Tasha."
"Tasha Ozera is an amazing woman. She's beautiful and she's brave. But she doesn't-"
"She doesn't get you," I finished.
He nodded. "I knew that. But I still wanted the relationship. I knew it would be easy and that she could take me away from you. I thought she could make me forget you."
I'd thought the same thing about Mason. "But she couldn't."
"Yes. And, so … that's a problem."
"Because it's wrong for us to be together."
"Yes."
"Because of the age difference."
"Yes."
"But more importantly because we're going to be Lissa's guardians and need to focus on her-not each other."
"Yes."
I thought about this for a moment and then looked straight into his eyes. "Well," I said at last, "the way I see it, we aren't Lissa's guardians yet."
I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. Something about inner strength and perseverance, about how the choices we made today were templates for the future or some other nonsense.
Instead he kissed me.
Time stopped as he reached out and cupped my face between his hands. He brought his mouth down and brushed it against my lips. It was barely a kiss at first but soon increased, becoming heady and deep. When he finally pulled away, it was to kiss my forehead. He left his lips there for several seconds as his arms held me close.
I wished the kiss could have gone on forever. Breaking the embrace, he ran a few fingers through my hair and down my cheek. He stepped back toward the door.
"I'll see you later, Roza."
"At our next practice?" I asked. "We are starting those up again, right? I mean, you still have things to teach me."
Standing in the doorway, he looked over at me and smiled. "Yes. Lots of things."