After Dusk • Peter Hayes 2

Roomie

The POV's are back!

Pipers POV:

The sound of the water running in the bathroom made me more anxious by the second, nervous about what'll happen when it stopped. Of course I knew what would happen in a sense, Peter would walk out. What I didn't know was what he'd say or do when he did.

This sharing a room thing was done for a reason, part of me thought Peter decided to do it for fun, a joke even. That's what the old Peter would do. He'd want to get to me.

But, the Peter I knew, the Peter I thought I knew, he wouldn't want this. He'd be too concerned that he'd tell me the truth. Tell me what he was hiding from me. This was either going to go badly for me or for him.

I wanted to hate him, in fact I went out of my way to avoid him to allow me that and yet every time I stopped thinking about him he would appear, God, it was like he knew what seeing him did to me. What touching him or being close to him did. Every time I had been close to losing any kind of feelings for him there he was and I know that being in this proximity to him for however long wasn't going to help.

I had to hate him.

On one hand I wanted him to go back to the old Peter. To be a dick, to stop caring.

Yet, in some twisted way, that was the Peter I fell for.

On the other hand if he did tell me what he was hiding, if he broke down and told me, I knew I'd love him the same way I always did. Always have.

So either way I was totally and utterly fucked here.

I did however have a feeling by how he went straight in for a shower to avoid me, and the fact he'd been in there for nearly an hour, this sharing a room thing was not his idea.

Had Jeanine done this?

Why would she? Why would she want him this close to me if she wanted him to work for her?

I had changed while he'd been in there. Something to distract me for all of the five minutes it took me to change. Shorts a tank top and a zip up. Unfortunately all blue.

Wearing all blue again hurt, it made me think of Will and Wren. God I could really use Will's words of wisdom and Wren smacking me into shape right about now.

Then it happened.

The running water stopped.

I turned around from where I'd stood in front of the door trying to see through, which I couldn't.

I now stared at the bathroom door waiting for it to open, waiting to see him and hoping that he was dressed because I really don't think I could take him being....

In a towel.

The door opened and he stood there, wet, muscular with a blue towel tucked around his face. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead.

Until he pushed it back.

The water droplets ran down his chest, his chest that was heaving and perfectly defined.

Perhaps all the grunting and yelling I could hear at amity was him working out because shit. I could more than definitely tell he had been. Sure before he'd had definition but oh my god.

"It's rude to stare" my eyes flicked straight up to meet his as he spoke, closing my lips that had been parted and rolling them between my teeth briefly.

The smirk I knew too well was prominent on his lips.

This was exactly what I meant, this inner turmoil in my head that I wanted to hate him, I really genuinely did but he was so God damn attractive. You'd have to be blind not to acknowledge it. Usually I wouldn't let someone's attractiveness have me feeling like this but Peter was different. He was one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen and I still wanted him. I still loved him.