Harper's POV:
Something warm pressed against my side and my eyes cracked open slow.
Hardin.
He was still here... still asleep next to me with his arm thrown across my waist like he was afraid I'd disappear if he let go.
My chest did this stupid flutter thing and I hated it... hated that just looking at his face made me want to forgive him when I should still be furious.
"Get it together, Harper." I whispered it so quiet even I could barely hear.
His face looked different when he slept... softer, younger, like all that intensity he carried around got smoothed out in his dreams. I wanted to trace the line of his jaw with my fingers, wanted to wake him up and ask him to touch me again like he had last night.
God, what he'd done to me with his hands...
I squeezed my thighs together bec
