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Chapter Forty-Seven

The walk to my house was silent. The only comfort I needed was Pierce's touch, no matter how little or gentle. Just the feeling of his thumb rubbing against the back of my hand was enough to erase the memory of her on him.

When Pierce and I entered the white door of my massive house we slid right past my parents and up to my room. My parents, I assumed, could tell that we were on a mission. All their questions could wait until later. Pierce and I figuring out our issues was more important.

The two of us walked into my room, closing the door gently behind us. There was too much that needed to be said in private. The open door policy I was supposed to be keeping with Pierce couldn't be upheld at the moment. My privacy from the world was more important. I'd just puppy dog eye my way out of punishment.

I sat down on the far edge of the bed, my back facing the door, and Pierce. He lingered on the other side of the bed. I could sense him pacing behind me.

"Will you tell me what was wrong with you yesterday?" I began the conversation.

"If I wanted to talk about it I would." Irritation rang through Pierce's words as they left his mouth.

The harshness caused me to shift on the bed. I let my shoulders drop as I rubbed the hem of my shirt between my fingers.

"Pierce drop the attitude. I'm not Ally. Open up or leave." I didn't turn to face him as I spoke. There was no point to doing it. I told him I was done fighting and arguing.

"So, you're really just giving up on me?" The attitude in his voice fully dropped and I felt the bed shift behind me as his hand gentle set down on my shoulder.

I looked back at his hand, "I'm not giving up, I'm done fighting. Two different things."

"I've been worried about you. That's what was wrong with me yesterday. I've stayed up late at night trying to figure out how to help you through your triggers. Trying to figure out why you haven't been feeling well lately. I've been worried about the bond between you and Reece. Between you and Ry. I feel fucking awful that Ryatt wants me over you sometimes. You raised her. You made her who she is. Why the hell is she picking me? All this shit is running wild through my mind every second I don't have time to breathe without worry."

"Ryatt is five now. She's got a silly little mind of her own. It hurts when she picks you. It will hurt, I'm Mama Charlee. But you are P." I ran my hand over his shoulder pulling him into me. "You are pretty irresistible. Can I really be mad that she's picking someone so great?"

"It makes me feel guilty. And then I do stupid shit like run to her before asking you just because I can drive and what not. It's not fair to you."

"Pierce I'm a grown woman. I can handle myself and my emotions. I can't tell you to not worry, because I know you still will. But I can tell you to try not to. I want you focusing on you, yourself, your goals, your ambitions, your life. That's what's important to me. You being happy. As long as you are happy. I am happy. Please focus on yourself." I pushed my lips gently against his.

"It's hard to focus on myself when I know Ally is torturing you." Pierce grabbed my cast.

"Grayson is dealing with her. Trust your best friend to deal with his twin sister." I placed my head against his shoulder.

"So, I have a question for you now that you've gotten something out of me."

I nodded against his shoulder.

"What were you doing in the auditorium? You know that light I say you have when you look at me? You had that."

"Distraction." I looked up at him removing my head from his shoulder.

"You want to be in the play, don't you?"

"You think that me, Charlee Baker, wants attention? I think you know me better than that Kingston." I let out a little chuckle as I bumped my shoulder lightly against his.

"Well, you have a passion for something that has to do with being in that auditorium Baker. I saw it." Pierce reached up and brushed a hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

I didn't have an answer for him. I was entranced with that was going on up on the stage but I didn't know why. He was right, I did feel passion while watching Harlow and the others up there. The thing was, I could never be the one up there on that stage. Attention was the one thing I never wanted. Even though it seemed as though it's all I was getting in this new town, new school.

I sat contemplating in Pierce's arms trying to figure out where in the world this new joy could lead me. All I had to say was the word and Pierce would give me whatever I wanted. When it came to this play, I could have whatever I wanted. The 'director' was like an older sister, a best friend, my boyfriend's sister. She would let me do whatever I wanted to help her. I was just scared to let myself be vulnerable to try something new.

A knock sounded at my door which pulled me from my vulnerable thoughts.

"Sweetheart, door open." I heard my mother sound from the other side before she clicked the door open.

I looked over at my mom who was standing in the now open doorway. "Sorry, I just wanted to privately talk with Pierce." I looked down at our hands. They were set in my lap, Pierce's fingers playing with mine. A comforting act for the two of us.

"I'm sorry sweetheart your door has to remain open no matter what." My mother stood admiring us as she always did.

"Noted." I nodded my head.

"I'm so glad the two of you found your way back to each other." My mom left the entry to my room with that comment leaving Pierce and I in our silence.

"Baby girl?" Pierce whispered into my ear as I leaned back into him.

"Hm?"

"I could use a taste of you right now." Pierce placed a soft kiss to the back of my neck.

I fed into his kiss only wanting exactly the same thing. "Door." I glanced towards the door for a quick second.

"Well, your mom just checked on us. I'm sure we have our privacy for a good few hours now." I felt Pierce smirk against my skin. "You just have to control your noises my love."

Hearing my love leave his mouth had my heart racing in my head. This boy knew how to make me putty in his hands. He always had me wanting him, needing him, no matter what state we were in emotionally.

"Pierce." I groaned tightening my fingers around his.

Just the thought of having his head buried between my thighs had me absolutely dying for him.

"So, what do you say baby girl?" The warmth of Pierce's breath hitting the back of my neck sent shivers all over my body.