*Rafe*
Harper is here. In my city. In her own apartment. In my arms.
I don’t think it’s fully hit me yet. The past few weeks have been a blur–a new team, new city, new life–but now, finally, it feels like I can breathe again. She’s actually here, curled up against my chest like she belongs there, like she’s always belonged there. And she always has.
Her hair’s a little messy from where she fell asleep on me earlier after our first round of s*x, strands sticking up in every direction, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more perfect. She’s got on one of my old sweatshirts, her bare legs tucked under her, scrolling through some takeout menu like it’s the most important decision of her life.
“I’m getting you the spicy basil chicken,” she announces without even looking up.
I raise a bro
