Maya's POV
His hands burned against my bare waist where my shirt had ridden up, his fingers spreading across skin that shouldn't be exposed. A shiver ran through me that had nothing to do with the cold, and I hated how my body leaned into his touch instead of pulling away.
His thumb traced a slow circle just above my hip.
I gasped, the sound too soft, too feminine, but it didn't register at the moment. His other hand started sliding higher up my ribs, and every rational thought in my head screamed at me to move, to stop this before it went any further.
I shoved him hard.
We both crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs. I scrambled backward, yanking my shirt down and ignoring the fresh burst of pain from my knee.
Kieran lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling with his chest
