Piper slaps my chest, and I snatch her hand and press her fingers to my mouth. It’s a surprisingly intimate gesture, and she freezes. Her green eyes scan my face and where our hands are twined together.
Something is shifting between us. We both feel it.
I drop her hand like a hot coal and snatch her pants off the floor. She takes them gratefully and we slip back into a version of the roles we’ve been playing since we met.
Acquaintances. Reluctant employer and employee. Even more reluctant friends.
“Well, if you feel yourself growing panicked and need my assistance, I’m only a phone call away.”
Piper laughs, and now, I agree with her: I want to stay here forever, too. This bathroom is the only place in the world where we can be like this.
Then I hear footsteps, followed by the prim vo
