Chapter Thirty

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It was five am and I was soaking wet. My clothes were drenched, and droplets of water fell from my hair.


Mentally, I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was settle down with a nice Jack and Coke.


Unfortunately, Piper had other plans. She'd calmed down slightly, but she was still high as a kite.


Currently, we were laying in the bed. My arm was wrapped around her waist, purely to keep her from getting up.


"I'm bored," She huffed.


"Then go to bed," I replied. I was so done at this point. It had been hours since we left the club and she still hadn't calmed down.


"No," she whined, "I want to have fun." Her voice lowered and she turned to face me.


"We should have fun."


Her implications barely registered before I felt her cool hands snake under my shirt. Her fingers curled against my abdomen and I tensed. I wanted her so bad, yet I knew I couldn't have in that moment.


She was intoxicated and under the influence of my drugs. It didn't get more fucked up that this.


"No, Piper. Not tonight."


"But..why?" Her doe-eyes looked into mine and it took all of my restraint to not take her right there. She was so gorgeous, even in her drugged-out state.


"You're high."


She looked confused. "I am?"


"Yes, Piper. You are."


"Oh." She frowned and looked as if I'd burst her bubble of happiness with a machete.


"Why don't you go to sleep?" I redirected instead.


She seemed to weigh the option in her head for awhile before finally laying back against the pillows.


"Will you stay?" she asked, Her voice sounded incredibly vulnerable and small. Even if I wanted too, there was no way to resist her plea.


"Yes, I'll stay with you. Always."


As she drifted off to sleep, secure in my arms, only three words went through my mind. Three words that I'd been dying to say to Piper Mickelson for a long time.


I love you.


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Piper's POV

The first thing I registered was pain. My head throbbed. It felt as if a million nails were being pounded into my temples, and the area behind my eyes was sore and weary.

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