19

“Mmm,” I hiss. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Her eyes widen, and then I turn around. I meet my wife at the end of the bed, and we walk out of the room. She doesn’t say anything until we get into the elevator, and she presses the button for the lobby.

“Do you want to do this again?”

I knew she was going to ask, and I already have my answer. “Yeah, I’ll do it again. But it has to be with them.”

She smiles. This time, it’s a real one but still nothing like Piper’s.

“You might want to wait a few days before you reach out to her. Whatever you did to that poor guy, it’s going to take him some time to recover.”

“I kinda have that feeling, too.” She laughs.

Piper

“Are you awake, Pipes?” Cannon asks.

I hear the urgency in his voice after what happened tonight. It’s late—one o’clock in the morning—but we’re both wide-awake, staring at the walls.

I knew it’d be awkward after the first time, probably even the first few times, but nothing as tense as this. I’m afraid to breathe too deeply or think