***Piper***
He was off his bike within seconds, his massive frame towering over me. His finger under my chin, he tipped my face up.
"Piper, what's wrong?" His voice held worry. "Did someone hurt you?"
Shaking my head, I tried to look away.
"Then what's wrong?" His hand moved to cup my face.
How could I tell him what I felt? Was I upset he wasn't here? I did not want to sound like a clingy little girl or be a needy one at that. We never said what we were; I had gotten used to him being there and shouldn't have done that. I need to get back to my plan and leave here before I end up hurt again, but this time, it is not my body that would be broken. It would be my heart, and I don't think I could handle it.
"Piper," his voice was low, pulling me from my thoughts; his thumb wiped at my ch
