*Harper*
Scott is sprawled on my couch, scrolling through his phone, looking completely relaxed.
At least, he is until he looks up. The second I step out of my room, his phone drops onto his lap, his lips parting slightly as his eyes trail over me.
The white sundress with pink flowers had been an impulse pick–sweet, flirty, innocent enough for a family party, but still tight in all the right places. My hair is curled, cascading over my shoulders, and my perfume smells like fresh strawberries and summer dreams.
I barely make it two steps into the living room before Scott lets out a low, audible gasp.
“Oh, no,” I tease, placing a hand on my hip. “Did I break you?”
He blinks once, then twice, before clearing his throat. “You’re… I mean–” He stumbles, trying to gather his thoughts.
I bi
