“But not now?”
He meets my eyes, then shakes his head. “No.”
I’d never hurt him. Never.
But if anyone else tries to? I’ll bury them alive. Slowly. Make sure they feel every second of it. I’ve never had boundaries when it comes to things I want, and with him, I don’t even pretend they exist. He just doesn’t realize he’s already mine. Hasn’t figured it out yet. He will.
He puts his hand over mine, then looks at me. He rubs his thumb over my tattooed skin, then looks into my eyes.
“You’re different than one would think when they first see you.”
“You mean when I pointed the gun at you and told you I would kill you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Can we just ignore that part?”
He wants to ignore that part? I can’t figure this man out.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I sigh. I choose to ignore it this time, just for a few more minutes. I want a few more minutes. That’s it. Just a few. I waited all fucking day for this.
His soft hands keep rubbing back and forth over my skin, sending prickles up my arms and leaving goose bumps.
“You going to answer that?”
“Nyet.”
“Will you say something in Russian to me?”
“Ya pokazyvayu tebe chasti sebya, kotorye nikto ne vidit.” I’m showing you parts of myself no one else ever sees.
“What does it mean?”
I shrug.
“You can’t just say something that sounds that beautiful and not tell me.” He’s smiling now. “Please?”
He keeps grinning at me, and I’m transfixed by the way his tongue drags across his bottom lip. I can’t look away, can’t breathe properly. His fingers tighten around my hand, and I turn my palm over immediately, threading our fingers together.
His breath stutters, and the sound makes something in me settle and ignite at the same time. My hand swallows his. Makes him look smaller, more breakable than he is. I want to memorize this. The warmth of his palm against mine, the way his fingers fit between mine.
He’s seeing parts of me I didn’t know still existed. Never knew touch could feel like this, deliberate and tender.
My phone buzzes again, and he pulls his hand back. The loss of contact feels wrong. I close my eyes, jaw clenched, then drag the phone out.
Group Chat: screwups
Mikhail:
added Calder
Calder:
???
Mikhail:
ALEXEIIII
Mikhail:
