(Harper’s POV)
I looked at myself in the mirror and scowled. Dress comfy! That’s what the note said. I mean, what the f**k did that mean. Dress comfy meant pajamas or joggers, but a date required more. What did date comfy mean? I had changed between my skinny black jeans and my black joggers twice now. I huffed in the mirror, pulled my messy bun down, and let my hair fall down my back. It was already 5 pm, and I was getting annoyed at myself for being such a girl. I sighed. Screw it! Black joggers and a purple sleeveless top. With my hair down and a touch of lip gloss and mascara, I was giving in.
I grabbed my mobile phone and headed out the door, and bumped straight into a wall of muscle. I looked from the black t-shirt pulled tight around the chest to Elias’s smiling face. I got a ful
