Chapter 56

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Riley POV
I wake all alone. Well not alone in the house, but alone on the couch without Peter. Maybe he is upstairs or something.

I hobble around the house in search for my lost boy, but he's not here. Mom, Damon and Pa are all sitting in Pa's room on the bed in deep discussion about something.

I feel lonely. Seeing granddad made me sad, but grateful for the time that we do have together. I hobble downstairs and fall back on the couch.

I'm tired of the hobbling, tired of the pain, tired of people dying around me, tired of life...but I do have a loving mother and granddad and the best boyfriend I could possibly get, wherever he is.

On cue there's a knock on the front door. I get up to open it and Peters face flashes in the window smiling brightly. I hobble quicker to unlock it.

After opening the door I see he's holding two bags. The kind of bags that you get when you buy a really nice gown.

"This one is for you." he says smiling and holding out one of the white bags to me.

I take it and beam up at him.

"What is it?"

"It's clearly a nice outfit." he nods up the stairs. "Go shower and put it on. Don't open the bag until you get out the shower. I want to see your reaction. "

"How will you see my reaction if your not going to to be on the bathroom. " I ask raising a brow.

"Who said I wasn't going to be?"

"You naughty boy." I playfully smack his arm. "My mom and Pa are here."

"So, we won't do anything in there." He smiles and kisses my lips " unless you want to. "

He turns me around towards the stairs and smacks my butt.

"Now go shower. " He says closing the door behind me.

I squeal of happiness and hobble up the stairs as quickly as my leg will allow.
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Peter sits on the toilet lid as I dry off inside the tub behind the shower curtain.

I grab the lotion bottle that's on the ledge of the tub.

"Panties. " I request holding my hand out for him to give to me.

He smack the thin silky grey material in my hands. I pull them up and stuck my hand back out.

"Bra."

He drops it in my hand and I begin to put it on.

"Can I clip it on?" He asks innocently.

"Sure. Perv " I grin to myself and pull back the shower curtain to see a fully dressed Peter.

He stands with a tight white button down shirt and a pair of dark blue jean pants and bare feet. He looks delicious from his messy grown out hair down to his toes.

"Stop staring at me. Perv. " he replies.

I giggle and turn around so he can clasp my bra. After doing so, he slips his hand down my back and under my underwear to grab my bare butt. I gasp and smack his hand away.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist. " he mumbles low and close to my ear.

I groan slightly and lean my head back onto his shoulder.

"Woah, woah...what are you doing. " He asks me in a normal voice. I whip around to face him.

"I'm just a man trying to help you clasp your bra. " He sticks his tongue out at me.

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