PIPER
There's dark amusement in his blue eyes. They trail over me again, and this time, I'm not sure it's in any way romantic. He looks every bit like a lion admiring a zebra's hindquarters.
"How will it look if your girlfriend shows up to the wedding covered in bruises?" I challenge myself.
He bites back a smirk. "I won't leave any bruises."
Goosebumps break out across my skin, and now, I just want to get this over with as soon as possible. I've changed in front of men before. Only when I was dating them and only after we'd had sex, but still, that was different. I cared what those men thought of me. I wanted to look attractive and appealing. I wanted them to think I was sexy and mysterious.
I don't give a shit what Timofey Viktorov thinks of me.
That's what I tell myself, anyway, as I grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head.
