Piper's POV
Now I see why Carlos Garcia wears a helmet.
I guess he forgot where we were just as easily as I had.
I unwrapped my legs from their current position around his waist, letting him carefully flop back down on the floor next to me.
We sat in awkward silence for a while.
"So…" he mumbled.
"So…" I mumbled right back.
The little piece of angel in the back of my mind was screaming "What the fudge was that? Never do that again!"
I shut it up as I reached for his hand again.
Suck it, angel. I liked him just a little too much to give up because the voices in my head told me to.
We sat there hand in hand, not daring to speak and ruin the moment. Good thing, too, because the door opened and the lights flickered on.
James's POV
I locked the door behind me, walking over to my bed.
"Piper," I whispered, "You can come out now."
I heard the gentle brush of fabric on carpet, just before her head popped up on the other side of my bed.
"What happened to your face?" she nearly screamed. I put a finger to her lips as she worriedly crawled over to examine the damage.
I explained to her about getting caught and everything that happened after it.
She had tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh god, Piper. Don't feel guilty."
She sniffled. We sat in silence for almost a minute before she cleared her throat.
"Um, James?"
"Glad to see you remember my name."
She rolled her eyes as she continued.
"How bad would it be if someone knew I was still here?"
"Oh, I don't know. Why don't we ask Carlos?"
Piper stiffened, Carlos audibly doing the same under the bed.
"W-w-what are you t-talking about-t?"
"I can smell the chlorine and Axe. Hearing him breathe wasn't helping anyone, either."
"Come on out, dude. The jig's up."