Chapter 93

Harper

I didn’t know what to do. Or how to feel.

My brain completely short-circuited the second he pulled away. This was the third time he’d kissed me—and yet, somehow, it felt different.

Panic and confusion tangled in my chest, and before I could think, before I could even look at him, I reached for the door handle and pushed it open. The cold morning air rushed in, sharp against my flushed skin.