Harper
If you asked me what my plans were for the afternoon, the official answer would’ve been: help Elise decide whether fairy lights are “whimsical” or “tacky.”
The real answer? Try not to think about the invisible humming inside my body that apparently wanted me to take up interpretive forest dancing for… whoever was watching.
So, you know. Normal teen stuff. We were in the main house because Elise had declared the cottage “too quiet” and “bad for creativity,” which I suspected was code for Rowan might walk past and I want him to see me being productive and adorable.
I had a pen in my hand, a list in front of me, and Luca’s shoulder pressed comfortably against mine because at some point in the last week, that had become normal. Not boyfriend normal. Just… I don’t feel like I’m sta
