Chapter 128

Harper

His eyes fluttered shut for a moment like the words hit somewhere deep. Then he finally loosened his arm, letting us shift apart.

“We should move,” he murmured. “Before the day disappears again.”

We slipped out of his bed together. I fixed my clothes—jeans, shirt, still warm from sleep—while Declan pulled on the hoodie he’d tossed over a chair last night. He didn’t rush me, didn’t look away