Page 146 of Accidentally Perfect


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When I pulled into my driveway, I held out my hand to him. “Keys.”

“Keys?”

“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?” he said, his tone telling me exactly what he was thinking.

“Keys, Roman,” I demanded.

With a rough chuckle that certainly did not make goose bumps spread across my skin, he finally dropped the keys into my hands. We got out of the car and I unlocked his back door for him.

Under the security light, I could see his face clearly. He looked down at me with a heat in his eyes that told me exactly why we were finding it so hard to be friends. He was all dark smoulder and it was all my brain could do to remind my body we were not available. Not to Roman. Especially not this Roman.

“Have some water. Go to bed. Text me in the morning?” I took a step back.

He nodded slowly in that ridiculously seductive way he had. “Sure.”

“Good. Night, Roman.”

“Night, Piper.”

I gave him his keys back, careful not to touch his hand and practically ran back to my house. I paused outside the back door not to look back at him – because I could tell he was still looking at me – but to compose myself before I went inside.

Roman and I couldn’t be friends. It’s just how it was.

No amount of fighting for it was going to work.

We could be friendly, share car rides, crack jokes, talk to each other. But, we weren’t going to be the sort of friends who stayed up all night baring their souls or hung out together on the weekends. We just couldn’t. There was too much between us and I had to accept that.

I had to untangle Roman from everything that made me Piper and let Mason be my John Cusack.

I just didn’t know how I was supposed to even start doing that.

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