Maya's POV
I slapped his hand away before he could move any higher up my thigh, my palm connecting with his wrist harder than I intended.
"Get your dirty hands off me, you pervert!" The words came out sharper than I meant them to, but panic had my pulse hammering in my ears.
Kieran laughed, the sound rich and unrepentant as he pulled back. "Dirty hands? That's what you're worried about?"
"You're disgusting."
"You already said that." He stood, stretching lazily, and I hated how my eyes tracked the movement of his muscles beneath his shirt. "Fine. I'll finish what I started somewhere else."
He sauntered toward the bathroom, and I wanted to throw something at his head. The door clicked shut, but the walls were too thin, because within seconds I could hear him again. Groaning. Breathing
