HARPER
He was still in his suit but the jacket was half worn, the faint smell of liquor on him and a bottle of Hennessy tightly gripped in one hand, his shirt was unbuttoned and his hair looked wet and it clung to his forehead in a surprisingly attractive way.
But none of that mattered as much as the thumping sound while my heart threatened to break out of my ribcage.
What I might've omitted was the enraged gaze he had planted on me from where he was leaning against the wall, mostly because I was praying in all the languages I’d learned in my head that he wouldn't do something drastic.
When he just kept glaring daggers at me, I turned towards the door and hurriedly swiped my card to leave, but the second I pulled the door open, Kingsley miraculously appeared and slammed it back shut.
