Placing her hands on my lower back, she propped herself up but stopped squirming.
Slowly, I was learning to take my wins where I could get them.
Once I reached the kitchen, I held out my hand as I walked forward until I feel the hard edge of the island. Grabbing her thighs, I slowly lowered her to sit on the stone.
“You know, Flower,” I mused as I left her to feel my way around the counter to where my coffee machine is. “This might be for my pheromones, but I find myself enjoying our time together. More than I ever thought I would.”
Not unexpectedly, there was silence, interrupted by the sound of espresso beans being ground.
But as notes of coffee began to fill the air, so did the scent of flowers.
I smiled to myself as I used my tamper to press the grinds down before I placed it in the slot and let the hot water run through it.
“You may not be talking,” I continued, “but I still feel as though the conversations I have had with you have been the most real ones I have had in a long time.”
The tapping of bare feet on marble caused me to glace over my shoulder despite being blindfolded.
And then in an instant, whatever will I had left to let her go broke away like the final petal falling off a flower as she her body pressed against my back, wrapping her arms around my torso.
Harper.
Harper.
I wanted to sing her name, to call her as mine.
I placed my hand over hers, wishing I could hold her here—with me—forever.
I never knew what it meant to have a house feel dead until she walked in, breathing life into it.
Now, I…
I feared the absence of her presence.
Was it wrong to no longer wish to be alone?
Was it selfish?
Clearing my throat, I tapped her hand twice and she released her hold on me.
I quickly foamed some milk, pouring it into a travel mug with the shot of coffee before I turned. Holding the mug in one hand, I used my other to search for hers, brushing her fingers against mine as I handed it to her.
“It is the least I can do before you run out the door again.”
At first there was nothing. No tapping or soft sounds to let me know she was still there. Until I felt the softness of her lips placing a tender kiss on my cheek.
Harper grabbed my hand, flipping it over to trace letters in my palm.
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