Chapter 22
“I don’t want you doing this,” Zach said as he watched her lean over the bathroom sink so she could slide her earring through her earlobe. He sat at the foot of her bed and Harper could feel his eyes on her through the reflection in the mirror.
“Do you think I want to do this?” she asked before she could stop herself. She pressed her lipsticked lips together and looked away from him in the mirror. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just…tense.”
“No, I get it,” he said, and stood, coming to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. “That doesn’t mean I have to like this.”
“I know.” Harper locked eyes with him through the glass, leaning her back against his chest. He felt so comfortable, so safe, that she felt herself being lulle
