My pillows aren't this fluffy.
My sheets aren't nearly as soft as the ones kissing my bare skin.
Rubbing my face, I sit up in bed. I can tell that powerful rays of sunlight stream across my face before I've even opened my eyes. My room definitely doesn't get this much natural light.
It takes me opening my eyes and looking around the room to remember where I am, and even then, I can hardly believe it.
I'm in his bed.
I'm in Harlan's bed.
And I didn't even have s*x in it. Sure, I've had s*x virtually everywhere else, but last night, he'd carried me to bed like I'm something precious. Like I'm something to be cared for.
And if I didn’t know any better, it seems that Harlan wants to do just that.
I squint my eyes against the harsh sun as I pat the mattress next to me and feel the empty
