the way her hips moved as she danced was sinister. a crime at it's worst. swaying and moving to the beat, occasionally bouncing to the left.
the worst of all of it were the hands on her hips. theo's hands to be more specific. his dumb fucking squared off nails slightly digging into the soft tan flesh of her skin.
god did he want theo's girl. he wanted her and he wanted her bad.
he could feel theodore's gaze on him as he watched her move so damn seductively.
"fuck." boris mumbled to himself.
god, did he have it bad.