I sit up slowly, pondering her words.
Me
Kissing you was always my favorite thing to do. I hope I didn’t come on too strong. I just saw an opportunity and didn’t want to waste it.
Harper
Never. When you kiss me it makes me feel safe. Claimed. Like I finally belong somewhere. I feel it for hours afterward. Every time.
My grip tightens on my phone at her little truth bomb.
Thank God, she fucking likes it.
Me
You do belong somewhere. You belong with me.
Harper
I’ve always wanted to be with you, you know that.
Not always.
That’s the problem.
Me
Tell me what you did with all that feeling?
Harper
What do you mean?
Me
You know what I mean…after I kissed you and left the other night. What did you do?
Harper
God, I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. So I…I stopped trying and gave in.
Fucking hell.
My breath goes shallow and my cock thickens under my towel. I know I shouldn’t push her, but fuck do I want to push her and see how far she might go.
Me
Tell me about it
Harper
I shouldn’t.
Me
Why not?
Harper
