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Pipers POV:

The sound of the water running in the bathroom made me more anxious by the second, nervous about what'll happen when it stopped. Of course I knew what would happen in a sense, Peter would walk out. What I didn't know was what he'd say or do when he did.

This sharing a room thing was done for a reason, part of me thought Peter decided to do it for fun, a joke even. That's what the old Peter would do. He'd want to get to me.

But, the Peter I knew, the Peter I thought I knew, he wouldn't want this. He'd be too concerned that he'd tell me the truth. Tell me what he was hiding from me. This was either going to go badly for me or for him.

I wanted to hate him, in fact I went out of my way to avoid him to allow me that and yet every time I stopped thinking about him he would appear, God, it was like he knew what seeing him did to me. What touching him or being close to him did. Every time I had been close to losing any kind of feelings for him there he was and I know that being in this proximity to him for however long wasn't going to help.

I had to hate him.

On one hand I wanted him to go back to the old Peter. To be a dick, to stop caring.

Yet, in some twisted way, that was the Peter I fell for.

On the other hand if he did tell me what he was hiding, if he broke down and told me, I knew I'd love him the same way I always did. Always have.

So either way I was totally and utterly fucked here.

I did however have a feeling by how he went straight in for a shower to avoid me, and the fact he'd been in there for nearly an hour, this sharing a room thing was not his idea.

Had Jeanine done this?

Why would she? Why would she want him this close to me if she wanted him to work for her?

I had changed while he'd been in there. Something to distract me for all of the five minutes it took me to change. Shorts a tank top and a zip up. Unfortunately all blue.

Wearing all blue again hurt, it made me think of Will and Wren. God I could really use Will's words of wisdom and Wren smacking me into shape right about now.

Then it happened.

The running water stopped.

I turned around from where I'd stood in front of the door trying to see through, which I couldn't.

I now stared at the bathroom door waiting for it to open, waiting to see him and hoping that he was dressed because I really don't think I could take him being....

In a towel.

The door opened and he stood there, wet, muscular with a blue towel tucked around his face. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead.

Until he pushed it back.

The water droplets ran down his chest, his chest that was heaving and perfectly defined.

Perhaps all the grunting and yelling I could hear at amity was him working out because shit. I could more than definitely tell he had been. Sure before he'd had definition but oh my god.

"It's rude to stare" my eyes flicked straight up to meet his as he spoke, closing my lips that had been parted and rolling them between my teeth briefly.

The smirk I knew too well was prominent on his lips.

This was exactly what I meant, this inner turmoil in my head that I wanted to hate him, I really genuinely did but he was so God damn attractive. You'd have to be blind not to acknowledge it. Usually I wouldn't let someone's attractiveness have me feeling like this but Peter was different. He was one of the most beautiful men I'd ever seen and I still wanted him. I still loved him.

"It's rude to walk around half naked" I tried to counteract.

He leaned there smug against the frame of the door.

"I'm not walking around" he confirmed, well I knew that much it was just a figure of speech, "besides, most people do tend to walk around half naked in a bathroom or a bedroom" a glint of intrigue in his eye, "or fully naked" I felt my lips part and eyes widen yet again, "all you have to do is ask".

I felt my heart beat speed up, just from the thought alone. I thought back to dauntless. That little room we found, the way he looked while I sat over him, both of us half naked.

"You're a pig" was all I could think to say.

I shook my head after speaking, not at him as much, more at my awkward response.

Where is the old Piper?

If he could be the old Peter why couldn't I act like the old Piper?

The Piper who didn't take anyones crap, especially that of Peter Hayes.

He stepped out into the bedroom making his way to the drawers that was sleek, looking like a part of the wall. I watched his hand strain slightly as he pushed in and the drawer popped out.

"I'm a pig am I?" I couldn't see his face but I already knew how cocky he would look, "you wound me Piper" I let out a little scoff as he turned around with a pair of black boxers in his hands, making his way back ti the bathroom, "don't you remember what we used to have?"

The door closed behind him briefly, not totally closed, just enough to hide him as he changed.

"It was all a lie" I threw back finally moving, walking to the bed and pulling back the duvet to sit I'm not pulling it back over my legs just yet.

My back was rested against the headboard.

"Was it?" He spoke deeply, his voice like butter, pulling the door back open with long tartan bottoms on, white T-shirt in his hand.

I nodded, "yes".

He made his way around to the left side of the bed where I sat.

I tried to ignore him picking up the book from the table beside us which I'd requested the day prior knowing erudite would have any book you could wish for.

That was until his pointer finger tilted my head upward from underneath my chin, his other hand on the top of the headboard while he leaned down, his face inches from my face. The white shirt now covering him, snugly.

I let my eyes drift up his torso before meeting his eyes.

"Your body language told me otherwise" he smiled, "it still tells me otherwise" I knew what he was talking about, my thighs that were squeezed together, my chest rising and falling at a more rapid rate, my eyes trailing all over him, my staring. I tried not to, I really tried.

"Body language means sex, perhaps I used you for just that" I tried to sound convincing, his hand now grasping my jaw rather than just the one finger, "besides it wasn't me who based our relationship on a lie" he smiled widely again. A small laugh too.

His hands went from my jaw to my thighs, moving to quick for me to stop him.

Yanking my body downward until my head hit the pillow and found him now over my body, straddling me to hold me down while I thrashed about.

"What the hell are you doing?" I all but yelled staring up at him while he held both my wrists in one hand.

"I'm getting the truth out of you" he now looked irate, was he trying to annoy me even more than he already had?

"Truth out of me?" I let out a hollow laugh, "how hypocritical of you"

He shook his head and breathed in deeply.

"Was it really a lie to you?" Concentrating on staying calm as he spoke down to me, watching me stare up at him in disbelief, "I need to know Piper, was it all a lie to you?"

No.

Of course it wasn't a lie to me.

I still loved him.

"Yes" the word came out, I hadn't intended it to, my heart was telling me to say no, tell him the truth but my head. My head was telling me to be like Peter. To lie, to revert back to my old ways and deny deny deny. Not that it wasn't easy to tell I was lying. Did he really think my crying over him when I thought he was dead seem like a lie? When I always went back to him? Did that all seem like a lie?

I almost felt offended that he had to ask, although not as hurt as he now looked.

I watched as he removed himself from me and let me go. Handing me the book that had fell on the floor during all of this.

Not saying another word, not arguing back.

Until he spoke, saying what I hadn't expected him to say, "alright, we will make this as painless as possible" my brows creased and before he could continue I interrupted.

"What?"

"3 rules" he walked around the bed to the other side not even making eye contact with me, "1. We share the bed but we don't touch each other at any point" my heart fell, "2. We don't talk to each other unless it's absolutely necessary" what? "And 3. We don't talk about, fuck, we don't even think about the past"

"Peter.." this was because of what I said.

"Is what your about to say absolutely necessary?" He was referring to his previous rules.

"You don't need to do this" I tried to sit forward and face him as he made him way into the very large bed, "is this because of what i said?" He now looked at me, "because I said it was all a lie?" I smiled in hopes it would comfort him.

The wicked laugh that escaped him frightened me ever so slightly.

"You think I'm doing this for you?" My smile fell, "you think I'm trying to help you?" I hadn't know what to say, "because you think you hurt my feelings?"

"That's not what I meant-"

"God get a grip Canning" he shook his head, "the world doesn't revolve around you"

Canning?

"I never said it did"

He laughed again, "maybe not, but you certainly act like it does" the confusion must've been obvious as he continued, "you're one of the most self centred people I've ever met, you think it's a coincidence that the people closest to you die?" He scoffed ripping my heart out with his words as the tears in my eyes stayed guarded by my bottom lashes, "you think I'd want to risk that for myself?"

I shook my head while he stared blankly at me.

"I don't understand"

"You think I'd want to risk getting close to you?" He spoke as if I was some sort of disease, "If I got too close I'd be signing my own death certificate" my breathing hitched in my throat, "maybe I did Tris a favour having you locked up, she might survive the night"

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Hey guys! For anyone who celebrates any holiday, I hope you had a great time!
I spent some time with my family and celebrated a lost loved one and her life, hence having a couple weeks of little to no updates but I'm back and I'll update as much as I can over the next couple weeks!!

Enjoy :)