Harper's POV
I lift my head a little, looking into his eyes as the water drips down our skin. Then, before I can stop myself, I rise onto my toes and press my lips gently to his.
The kiss is soft. A quiet apology. A thank you. A question I don’t have the words to ask. His hands move instinctively to my waist, not to grip or claim, just to hold. To keep me steady. He kisses me back like I’m made of something fragile and precious, and when we part, he doesn’t pull away.
“You’re amazing,” he whispers, resting his forehead against mine again. “So f*****g amazing.”
In this moment, I almost believe him.
He finishes rinsing the soap from my body with gentle hands, his touch never faltering. When he steps back, he shuts off the water, then reaches for a towel. He wraps it carefully around my
