PIPER
I wish you were dead. Because wanting you is killing me.
Those last words are whispered against my shoulder. His lips brush against my collarbone, and I'm no longer breathing.
I'm perfectly still, frozen in place. Afraid to move and draw too much attention to this moment.
Timofey grips my waist and slides his hands down to my hips. He cups my ass for a second, drawing me against him so I feel the hard length between his legs.
Then, all at once, he lets me go.
My heart is thundering in my chest as Timofey retreats backward two steps and spins around. He holds something over his shoulder. It takes me a second to realize what it is.
"Hey!" I pat my back pocket and glare at him when I feel it's empty. "You stole my phone!"
"Maybe I wouldn't have been able to if you'd been paying more attention. Then again, you seemed a little distracted."
