All the Little Secrets (English Prep 2) - Page 61

Fear.

I was afraid.

Piper was right. I was afraid.

I cracked my neck as I pushed down the need to call out her name. The clank of the drawer opening did nothing to soothe me, and when I looked down and saw the cream-colored paper missing, my stomach fell to the floor.

Frantically, I pushed away the untouched makeup and lipsticks, looking for the paper that I knew was there.

What the hell?

I heard a noise and inclined my head toward the door. I stopped moving, my fingers still well inside the drawer, like I’d been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. But when I didn’t hear another noise, I went back to searching.

Where the fuck is it?

It wasn’t there.

My birth certificate wasn’t there.

I snapped my neck over to the door again when I heard a louder, more frantic knock. Shit.

Slamming the drawer shut with frustration, I whipped the bedroom door open to find Piper’s wide eyes.

“What? Is someone—"

Her hand wrapped around my wrist as she pulled me toward her. I slammed the door in the process, and when she backed herself along the wall, she looked up at me and said, “Quick. Kiss me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

My lips were on hers within a second, and everything I was feeling moments ago—the anxiety, the fear—it was completely gone. I grabbed her waist as I assaulted her lips with mine, our hot breath mingling and swirling as I moved my tongue over hers. A fire erupted inside of me, and there was no putting it out. I palmed the backside of her ass as a whimper escaped her mouth, and before I knew it, her legs were wrapped around me, and her hands were knocking my hat to the floor.

This. Fucking yes.

Her lips on mine.

This was sealing that loud but invisible connection we had.

It was just her and me, and I didn’t fucking care about anything else.

Fuck Tank. Fuck racing. Fuck the missing birth certificate.

Her tongue moved over mine, and I wanted more.

“Whoa.”

Piper pulled back as her legs clenched my torso like a vise grip. She wiggled to get down, but I gave her a look. Not a fucking chance.

The sound of a slow clap had us breaking our stare. We were met with Christian’s lazy grin and Hayley’s amused eyes.

“It’s about fucking time.” Christian clapped again, and Hayley smiled wide, glancing down to Piper’s legs wrapped around my body.

Piper wiggled again, and I finally obliged.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Piper answered, all but pushing me away.

Christian chuckled and shook his head. “Riiight.”

I reached down to grab my hat and secretly glanced at the bedroom door, making sure it was shut. There’s no way he knew you were in there. Chill.

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