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Fucking and drinking hadn’t solved my problems in a fucking long time. Not since the first night I’d accidentally met her at the lake. That whole night had changed everything. Everything except who I was.
And I was the resident underachiever. The brooding bad boy. I had girls throwing themselves at me for just one taste. One night. It was time Piper remembered exactly who I was.
I winked at her and layered on every ounce of charm I had. Coupled with the darkness she brought out in me, I felt un-fucking-stoppable. “Doing wonders. How about you?”
“So pleased. Come on. Get in.”
I did as I was told, watching her carefully with a heated gaze. It affected her. I saw how it affected her. And that just made me bolder. Made me want to push the boundaries more. If she remembered who I was, then this whole fuckery might finally end.
She got in and silence filled the car as she drove us home. She finally pulled into her driveway and held her hand out to me.
“Keys.”
“Keys?” I asked.
“House keys. I’ll walk you in.”
“You think I’m too drunk to make it? Little Piper playing hall monitor now? Or maybe it’s doctors and nurses you’re after?” I’d go a couple of rounds of doctors and nurses if she wanted. I’d even be the nurse.
“Keys, Roman,” she demanded, trying to hide how affected she was.
I dropped the keys into her hand and she hurried over to my back door like she just wanted to get it over and done with. I took my sweet arse time. She had the door unlocked by the time I got there.
We paused under the security light, and I couldn’t help my own reaction to her. She made my heart pound. My dick stand to attention. She made the dark parts of my soul bearable. She made me dark in ways I never knew I was capable of. I fucking needed her, and I didn’t care if she knew.
She took a step back. “Have some water. Go to bed. Text me in the morning?”
I nodded slowly as I looked her over. Licking my lip appreciatively. “Sure.”
“Good. Night, Roman.”
“Night, Piper.”
She dropped the keys into my hand, and I saw the care she took not to let our skin risk even the slightest brush. Then she basically ran back to her house. She looked back at me before she slipped inside, but I didn’t go in until I saw the light on in her room.
I knew it had hurt her, that I had hurt her, but it was for the best.
We couldn’t be friends.
Friends didn’t just look at each other and feel an all-consuming desire threaten to overwhelm them. Friends didn’t get jealous when someone else touched what was theirs. Friends didn’t get go all caveman and possessive in the most chauvinistic of ways.
I didn’t have to push her out of my life, but acting like anything more than acquaintances was going to blur some lines.
