I climb the stairs two at a time and swipe my key card against the door.
The second I step inside, I drop my bag, kick off my shoes, and head straight for my bedroom and adjoining bathroom.
Determined to shove every thought of Hunter Wardgrave out of my head, I make my way towards the shower.
I have a party to attend tonight.
Chapter6
Piper
I have a party to attend.
A party I am probably already late to.
Then again, thinking about it properly, I actually have no idea what time it starts considering I have barely spoken to anyone all day.
I quickly wash my body and hair, though dealing with my curls properly is an entirely different matter.
If I want them to look perfect, it easily takes an hour. At the very least.
For years, I went back and forth between keratin treatments and wearing my hair naturally curly.
Recently, though, I decided to leave it as it is.
Because for the first time in a long while, I actually feel comfortable in my own skin.
There was a period where I hated my curls because they reminded me too much of my mother.
After we lost her, every resemblance felt unbearable. Looking in the mirror and seeing pieces of her reflected back at me only reopened wounds I was desperately trying to keep closed.
But now…
Now the resemblance feels different.
Now I find myself wanting those reminders of her instead of running from them.
I focus on finishing my shower, and after drying off quickly, I slip into a matching baby blue lingerie set.
I leave the bathroom and step back into my bedroom only to immediately feel eyes on me.
My head snaps towards the window.
The curtains are still open.
And there he is.
I meet his gaze instantly, like he had already been standing there watching my window.
And I suppose he was.
Doing exactly that.
One hand rests in the pocket of his trousers while the other holds a glass.
Even from this distance, I can see those eyes.
Amber eyes.
