Chapter Twelve
I slip my hand into his and swing them both back and forth, enjoying the way it feels to be touching him.
"Are you really okay?" I ask.
He chuckles. "Yes, I'm fine. I'll have a few bruises, but nothing too bad. I'll even let you inspect me, if you want."
"Your wings too?" I ask without meaning to.
"I mean, if you want..."
"I'm sorry." I look away, somewhat embarrassed by the suggestion.
"Hey, Harper." He stops walking and tugs me to him.
I glance up, finding soft eyes gazing down at me.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I just...I don't know. It feels oddly intimate to ask you that. And I don't know why. I've seen your wings several times already. It's just, when I saw you in there, I felt different."
"Is that why yours popped out?"
"You saw that?"
He nods. "Only for a seco
