Harper’s POV
“I’m angry with you, you know.”
It’s been somewhere between three and seven hours since he came back to me; it’s hard to follow time when I’m around Jack. The sun has started to set. Mom and Dad came to check on me once or twice, then backed away in shocked alarm when they saw Jack there. Mom has linked to me a few times since then, trying to make sure I’m okay. I assured her I am, and assured her that I still need privacy.
We haven’t kissed yet. We haven’t really even touched yet. He’s spent the hours apologizing and trying to explain himself, and I’ve just… listened.
And now I’m finally talking.
“I know,” he says. “Of course, you are. And you should be. That’s why I’m babbling like a moron, trying to explain myself.”
I smile softly. “I just wanted to make sure. I ma
