Page 83 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” I ask, yawning.

“You,” he says.

And, suddenly, I’m not so sleepy anymore.

Does he even mean that the way it sounded? Or is he just fucking with me like usual?

He kisses my forehead. “Night, Pins.”

“Uh…night, West,” I say, my heart pounding.

He pulls me closer and sighs a sleepy sound.

He was joking, right?

Yeah, he was definitely joking.

I mean, he wouldn’t just say it like that if he actually meant it, right?

Right.

But, even still, I can’t sleep, and I lie there for ages, feeling confused as hell.

And, when his breathing has evened out and he’s sleeping, I trace my fingers over his cheek. “I’m serious about you, too, West,” I whisper, knowing he can’t hear me.

Because, even if he didn’t mean it, I do.

And it scares the hell out of me.

Vaughn

I step out of the shower in my trailer. In that last shoot we did, I was covered in fake blood. It’s a motherfucker to get out of your hair, so I was in there for ages, scrubbing it out.

I dry off and pull on a pair of jeans. I forgot to bring a shirt in with me.

Toweling off my hair, I wander out of the bathroom to grab a shirt.

“Hey, V.”

I freeze. Slowly, I turn around.

Piper.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I toss the towel aside, not caring where it lands.

“It’s good to see you, too, V.”

“How did you get in?”

She laughs and rolls her eyes. “It’s not exactly hard. I am Piper Watts. Not some scum off the street.”

“Opinions vary.”

Her eyes sharpen.

“Well, it wasn’t nice seeing you, so…” I gesture to the door.

Ignoring me, she steps forward. The look in her eyes is telling. “I want you back,” she says.