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Pierce's P.O.V. *************************************************** "Nope," she replied. "This time... I get to touch you." Touch me? That can mean what I think. There's no way. So, I gave Otti a confused look. She pulled her hands free from me and put them on my chest. Then she moved to stand between my legs. Excitement started to fill me as Otti sat on my lap. I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her. "I noticed you washed off your stupid marks you wanted so badly," Otti muttered. I chuckled. "Did you want me to stay all sweaty?" I replied. Otti shrugged. "Maybe I'd like it," she said, playing with my hair. God, that feels good. "Next week," I told her. "Next week is an away game," Otti replied. I smirked. "Sounds like you and Kieran should get a hotel room for us," I said