"Pierce, please I'm trying to study." I let out an aggravated sigh as my eyes flickered upward from the white-colored pages of my textbook. Pierce approached closer to me, sliding the textbook out from my lap and throwing it to the side.
"Take a bre...
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What. The. Fuck. Did. I. Just. Do.
My mind was whirling with thoughts of regret about having sex with Pierce. I had worked so hard for the past month, almost two to get over him. Now I put myself back at square one, not that I ever got much past it. My face was heated when I remembered the touch of his hand on my skin.
I felt like I was on top of the world, but my world was crashing down the next minute. I couldn't deny my feelings for Pierce, I loved him. I loved how he made me feel and I loved who he was. But love could only replace so much betrayal, and he passed the limit on that one.
My thoughts had come over me, I got caught up in the moment and one thing led to another. I wasn't saying I didn't enjoy it, but I am saying it was a mistake and I didn't want to give Pierce false hope. I wish there could be an us, an us where none of these lies happened but that would never happen.
The truth was out. Even if it broke me to pieces.
Looking up into the mirror of the bathroom, my palms dug into the marble countertop as I lifted my head and looked directly at my reflection. My hair had been somewhat damp, and my body was covered in nothing but one of Pierce's t-shirts that fit my body like a dress. My skin was pale from the icy cold airs and my pupils were wide.
After everything that happened in the hot tub, Pierce and I made our way inside and into his hotel bedroom. I had gotten undressed from my bikini, before putting on one of his shirts. I could smell the strong scent of cologne radiating off the white cloth.
"What am I going to do?" I asked myself, glancing back at the door through the reflection of the mirror. What was I going to say to Pierce? He was going to hate me even more now than he already did. I looked down for a moment, asking myself if it was all worth it. If this grudge was worth it.
When I had the slightest bit of doubt, I thought back to the nights I spent crying to him about losing my mother. I told him how hard it was to go through life without her, how all I wanted to do was to see her one more time with a proper goodbye. Pierce sat there, letting me cry in his arms while knowing my mother was alive.
I let out a sigh in defeat, knowing I'd have to face him eventually.
Pulling myself away from the countertop, I backed a few steps away before turning around and approaching the door that led to the bedroom. Upon walking out, I was met with a shirtless Pierce who changed into a pair of gray sweatpants. I froze when I saw him unloading bullets from a magazine that belong to the gun sitting on top of the nightstand.
"Oh, hey." Pierce turned his head back for a split second, acknowledging when I entered the room. I froze in my spot, watching him place the bullets and gun in the top drawer of the nightstand. I knew that was my way out of defeating Cayde.
I had to get that gun.
"Hey," I spoke softly, watching as Pierce slammed the door shut on the nightstand. My only problem was that when it was on the nightstand, Pierce was asleep and would wake up instantly if I walked into the room. Any other time it was on him at all times, and there was no chance of slipping it away without him noticing.
