Chapter 10
When Harper woke up the next morning, there was a voicemail on her phone. Either she hadn't heard her phone go off or she forgot to turn on the ringer. Either way, she stretched and stood up, grabbing her phone and playing the message.
"What's up, Crawford? Just want to make sure you're okay. I didn't see any assholes lingering outside your place or anything. Call me when you wake up. Have a good night. And by the way, you're a decent dancer. In fact, I would dance with you again. You know. If I had to."
Harper felt her lips curl up into a smile despite herself. Was she actually starting to like him? The warm, gooey feeling dripped inside of her like caramel and she couldn't push it away. She hesitated calling him, however. She didn't know why, but the thought of calling him
