Harper
Oh my gosh you need to see Levy’s face, he is blushing. A burly biker with tatts up and down his arms is blushing like a kid. It’s adorable. “Harper do not push me. I am taking you on a soft date, not a necking in my truck session. f**k,” he says as he runs his hands through his hair which is down and hangs to his chin. Usually, he wears it up in a man bun but this with his corkscrew curls is way sexier. His warm eyes are, however, dark and I can see that my words have brought something in him back to life.
“What?” I feign innocence, “it’s just a random question, Levy. Chill. Seriously, I wouldn’t let any man f**k me on the first date.” He huffs out a breath.
“Good, because I am seriously out of practice to be honest, Harper. I haven’t dated in a long time not since Lilly. Which
