56

Piper

My head’s throbbing, and my mouth’s so dry. I feel like I ate a bag of flour and washed it down with sawdust.

“I’m never drinking again,” I grumble as I step out of the shower and pad across the tiles to the bedroom.

Cannon’s sitting on the end of the bed with his head in his hands. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all. For some reason, that makes me happy. I’d have been pissed if he had come in here with his perfectly styled hair and ironed suit like nothing had happened last night.

Everything happened.

Our entire world changed.

Because of him. And because I care so much about West.

“How long have you been here?” I ask. When I got in the shower, the house was quiet. “And how did you get inside?”

“I got the spare from my parents’ house,” he says. “Don’t worry, they didn’t ask any questions.”

“Are you staying?” I ask him as I adjust my towel. I’m too naked to be having this conversation.

“I called off work.”

“Why? Won’t you miss seeing your boyfriend?”

I’m halfway to the closet w