PIPER
"I think the doctor meant we should sleep," I say, pushing pasta around my plate.
"Could you go to sleep right now?" Timofey asks.
"No. Definitely not."
What happened in the bathtub relaxed me, but now, I feel wired. Adrenaline courses through my veins. I've never been more awake.
"Me neither," he says. "But I am starving. I think a doctor would recommend both of us refuel and rehydrate."
I shove a bite of pasta in my mouth so I don't have to find the words to respond to that.
It's only been half an hour since we climbed out of the warm water and got dressed, but it already feels like another world. Like some hazy, lust-fueled dream.
The bubble really burst when Timofey ordered us food.
"What do you want?" he asked, the phone wedged between his stubble jawline and shoulder.
I shook my head. "I'm not actually very hungry."
"She'll take the pasta," Timofey said without hesitation. "The cheesiest one you have."
