5
PIPER
"While I’d like to stay abed for the remainder of the night...hell, the remainder of the week, we can't stay here."
It was the first chance I had to look at the room. It was plain, only a bed and a dresser, the walls painted a plain white. The quilt we were sprawled upon was a mixture of dark fabrics—blood red, royal blue and even some dark heather. It was striking and very bold, perhaps matching the personality of its owner.
Now that my anger and ardor had both cooled, reality set in.
"Oh God," I groaned, tossing an arm over my eyes. Perhaps if I couldn't see Wiley he couldn't see me.
Mr. Easton’s—no—Wiley's fingers began to fiddle with a long lock of my hair, tugging on it gently. After he'd pulled himself from my body, he’d fallen to his side and pulled me into him, his ar
