piper’s fingers weaved through your hair meticulously. despite your distaste for people being so close to you, let alone touching you, you felt the need to let piper do this.

she thought that doing something with her hands would distract her from her racing heart. piper was flustered at you sitting between her thighs; it was stupid, she knew it was. you two had been much closer despite only being friends.

she hated being ‘just friends’ with you. piper wanted nothing more than to call you hers.

a small groan of displeasure left your lips as she continued to braid your hair. piper giggled at your reaction.

“oh, shush. i’m just braiding your hair.”