10
ASHLEY
I banged so loud on Harper’s door, people on the other end of the hall had to have heard.
“Geez, I’m coming,” she shouted, sounding out of breath. She opened the door, skin wet from the shower, body wrapped in a towel, with her hair still dry in a high ponytail. Her eyes widened when she looked at my face. “Are you okay?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I pursed my lips. “You tell me.”
Sighing, she lowered her head. “I knew you’d be pissed, but I have my reasons.” She opened the door wider. “Come in.”
Walking past her, I flopped down on the couch and buried my head in my hands.
Harper came over and sat on the coffee table in front of me. “Are you mad at me?”
I looked up at the sorrowful look in her eyes. “No, I could never be mad at you. As long as you give me a good, sol
