Riley

Chapter 37

Riley POV
We're a bloody mess, making out, in my granddads room. "Riley, I'm in love with you. " Peter says.

My heart rockets itself into my throat as I search through his eyes. Nothing but honesty and love is there.

"Peter..." I whisper out of breath from the kiss and breathless from him telling me he loved me.

"I love you too. " I respond closing my eyes.

He places his forehead on mine and we stand like that in a comfortable silenc-

"Hey, you too need to go shower." Daniel interrupts.

I glare at him and he grins back at me and laughs. I never got any clothes for myself.

"How does it feel to go commando?" I ask Daniel with a grin.

"Ehhh, its a little airy. But I'll live. "He says smirking.

"You can watch tv downstairs if you want." I tell Daniel laughing.

Taking Peters hand, I lead him past the bathroom on the left, and go into the room next to it.

"This was my grandmothers room..." I tell Peter

There's only a bed in here and nothing else but pictures of her and granddad on the walls. There wedding photos, photos of the twins they had, them playing around. It's all so sweet, maybe me and Peter will last that long.

My eyes water up and I tear my gaze away from the photos and focus on getting my clothes from the closet.

I shuffle through the clothes that are neatly hung up and find a pair of black and grey joggers. They must have really liked joggers...I search for a shirt but find none. None that I would dare wear out of the house.

I suppose I don't really have a choice considering I have no clean bra and panties. I have to wear some form of a top. I grab the pink hoodie and walk past Peter to the bathroom.

I look in the mirror to see how filthy I am. My hair is matted and dirty. Blood is smeared across my face. The dress is torn going across the top.

Looking at myself makes me replay running from the men through the woods. Right before we got caught. It was terrible.

My eyes have bags under them, I realize that I haven't slept since I was last in my house. I don't even know what time it is or what day it is. Everything seems like one big mesh of time to me.

I strip from the dress quickly and stare at my bra and panty clad body. I don't really have any scratches on me, but I'm still dirty from running in the woods.

Peters reflection appears in the mirror and I watch him look my body up and down. turn to face him taking a step forward.

I put my head in his chest and sigh deeply. What am I going to do with him? What am I going to do about Daniel? How does Daniel feel about this whole situation that I got him into?

I lift my head and wrap my arms around Peters torso. I kiss his chest lightly and he inhales sharply and holds his breath.

I release him and turn go to turn the shower water on. The bathroom door clicks closed and I can hear him turn the lock. When I stand up straight I can feel Peters breathing on the back of my neck. He lowers his head and kisses my shoulder.

My head rolls to the side, giving him neck access and he pecks it softly.

He slides my bra strap off my shoulder and kisses where the strap was. He unclips the bra and I let it fall to the floor.

"Riley?"

"Hmm."

"Are you okay with this?" He asks sincerely.

"With what?"

"What we're about to do."

"What do you mean. We're just showering together, nothing more." I turn my head and grin teasingly at him.

His jaw drops but he quickly closes his mouth and glares at me. I turn back and face the water, touching it to see the temperature. I turn the nozzle labels "hot" up more.

Peter steps closer to me and I feel his erection on my lower back. He hooks his fingers around the sides of my panties and I place my hands on his as a warning.

He rips the thin material and drops it in the shower water. He's not pressing forward even though I placed my hands on his as warning, Is he? He spins me back around by my shoulders to face the water before I can hit him. He smacks my butt, hard. I yelp and try to cover my butt. My hands brushing over his area.

"Get in the shower, your dirty. " He whispers in my ear.

I grin. He was just playing along. I love the intimacy between us, though there is no sex involved. I trust him.

"Yes sir. " I giggle stepping into the hot water and grabbing the shampoo.

He steps in behind me as I put some in my hands and focus on cleaning my hair.

"Can I do it?" He asks

"What, wash my hair?"

"Mhmmm."

I grin and hand him the bottle of shampoo. He gently cleans my hair and washes out the shampoo, then repeats the process once more.

I hand him the conditioner and he looks at the bottle confused.

"When a black girl washes her hair." I go into explanations without turning to look at him. " She will always need conditioner and hair oil, but I will teach you about the oils later. For now, just put this all over my hair. "

He laughs and I hear him squirt some in his hand. He massages the conditioner over my scalp and relish the feeling. It's very relaxing.

"Are you supposed to wash this out right now?"

"No, let it sit for about two to five minutes. " I grin. "And it's your turn. " I say turning and facing him.

He doesn't look down at my body, but keeps his gaze in my face.

"You want to wash my hair?"

"Yes, I do. "
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Authors note
Peter and Riley are so cute. There perfect together, I love it lol.