Harper
Hope you made it to the airport on time.
I smile at my phone remembering how shocked yet willing, Harper was when I stopped by her place last night. She’s all I’ve been able to think about since the moment I kissed her after my game.
The moment I made her mine.
For the second time.
For the last time.
Me
I already miss you.
Harper
That was fast. You were just here.
Yeah. That’s the problem.
I picture her on her couch, barefoot, hair loose, wearing those tiny sleep shorts and paper-thin tank top that left nothing to my imagination. The thought makes my chest ache in a way that’s new and terrifying.
Me
And somehow that makes it worse…
I can still feel her mouth on mine, soft at first and then confident and hungry but scared at the same time, like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. Like she needed me to remember her while I was gone. As if I could forget.
Harper
Did you at least sleep?
I huff a quiet laugh, not wanting to wake Ledger sitting next to me who is out like a light. I guess that’s what happens when you’re the father of triplet babies. The man never sleeps.
Me
I got an hour or two.
Harper
H…
Me
Can’t help it. I kept thinking about the way you kissed me like you didn’t want me to leave and my body wouldn’t settle down and go to sleep.
I watch the three dots appear.
Then disappear.
Then come back again.
Harper
I didn’t want you to go.
Her response does something to me. Something slow and heavy and undeniable.
