The Bucketlist

18| STEALING

Thirty minutes later

"No, give me the pin! I will do it." I snatched the pin and twisted it in the lock.

The old padlock at Wiley's Boutique was a pain in the ass . Will was too confident that he could unlock it, so I handed him the bobby pin. It wasn't much of a surprise that he couldn't. How could he with his zero skills and flaring ego! The bobby pin got stuck, and I couldn't help but stare at Will quivering.

"Why are you shaking so much ?" I asked.

"I haven't stolen anything ever. If you don't count people's hearts, that is!" He said, like a complete narc that he is.

"Stop being a total tool! Do I look like I steal things?" I sneered.

"But you did break my precious vase!" He retorted back.

"To hell with that vase. It's stuck up! The pin isn't moving." I said in a whisper.

"Why the hell are you whispering? It's a dark alley, and this is the last shop where people steal from..." Will said, and I couldn't help but hit him.

"You aren't supposed to tell when you are committing a crime! What sort of thief are you then?" I was losing my head. So much for trying to get out of the damned office.

"The bold kind, I guess." He laughed. I elbowed him, and he smacked my butt.

Is he for real!

I pushed him and he landed on his butt. His honey-toned hair was all rummaged while his waist jacket lay covered with the dust from the street. He pouted at me in protest, and I glared at him.

"Don't touch my butt like that again!" I seethed.

When I tried to hold him up, he took me down as we both toppled to the ground.

"For fuck's sake!" I said as I landed on him.

My face was a few inches away from him. My whole body lay pinned against him as I took him down with my body weight. His arms moved onto my lower back, holding onto my haunches as we tried to gain equilibrium. I couldn't help but notice his lips. No, no, not romantic. Not the time for being horny. I must be desperate enough to look for an escape! Focus or both of us will end up in jail.

"You are going to get us caught. So do as I say." I glared at him, still all over him.

He didn't utter another word. Only his eyes moved from my head to the bridge of my nose, to my lips. When they rested there, he gulped down. His Adam's apple quaked with the effort. Fuck. Concentrate! Stupid, stupid hormones.

Placing my hands on either side of the ground, I lifted myself and helped him get on his feet.

"You don't get to torture me like that!" He slowly whispered in my ear as he walked toward me, and I could feel heat course through my body.

"You don't get to act stupid," I said in a low whisper, my anger well reflected in the tone.

When we had barely got the bobby pin out, we heard footsteps.

"Get in here!" He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into the alley. The entrance to Wiley's Boutique was so close, and no one could spot a single thing in the dark. We stood there in silence with his palm pressed against my lips as his other hand held me closer to him. I could feel his warm body touching my back and the shivering that coursed through my spine.

"I'll go and check." He said and left me in the dark alley, alone. I closed my eyes, hoping he would return soon. No, there are no monsters, Eva. Nothing is in here. Breathe. Count to ten. One...two...three.