Teens Writing for Teens, the 5th

The man took a step closer, and placed a gloved finger under Ana’s trembling chin, tilting it up and leaning down so their faces were inches away from each other. Ana could feel his warm breath on her lips.

“Won’t you tell me your name?” he asked, his voice a silky whisper, wrapping itself around her and sending shivers up her spine. Stubbornly, she shook her head, and he pulled her closer, wrapping an arm around her waist, so her small form was crushed against his muscular one.

“Are you certain?” he asked, in the same tone.

“Anastasiya,” she whimpered. Demyan let go of her and knelt into a bow.

“Anastasiya,” said Demyan. “It is a pleasure to meet you, despite the current, less than favorable conditions. I would love to stay for a long conversation, but unfortunately, time is pressing, and I must be off. I am sure we’ll meet again.” And with that, Demyan Rezanov stepped up onto the ledge and jumped down into the chimney.

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