[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
"How was the interview today?" Antony asked, putting his coat over the chair in his office.
"Extremely boring, to say the least," Kaija replied, taking her seat on the couch, "though I was happy the editor-in-chief treated me in a more civilized manner than most journalists I've talked to so far.
"She did ask me about you, though, how I managed to get you to produce my song. I just told her maybe I was lucky. Like, extremely lucky."
Soft chuckles slipped from Antony's lips. He quickly took his seat next to her on the couch, fingers playing absently with a lock of her hair.
"That was the truth, wasn't it? I could say I was lucky too, that you ran into me in the elevator that night," he asked, pressing his nose to that lock of hair. "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have gotten back to producing, and perhaps, I'd never know how much I'd enjoy being this close to you like I am right now."
