***Piper***
My eyelids slid open. I could make out a dim light filtering across the ceiling. Oh, how my head hurt; dam, I felt like I was super hungover.
Slowly, I began to look around. I could see I was in a room that wasn't the one at Molly's place. Lifting my hand to touch my head, it was pounding like someone was playing drums in there. I realized I couldn't lift it. Moving my head to see what was holding it down, I saw a relatively large hand over mine. Following the arm up, I saw a slumped figure in the chair next to me.
My breath caught in my throat.
There, sleeping in a chair that looked far too small, was Bear. His large body squeezed into it, and it looked incredibly uncomfortable. How he managed to fit was shocking, but what surprised me more was that he was holding my hand
