“I don’t know what this means,” she said against his chest while he ran his fingers over her hip.
He didn’t either.
The feeling between them was so powerful. Surely, this sort of thing didn’t come along very often. Neither of them could walk away from this.
Right?
She was his.
She felt like she belonged to him.
“Sleep, sweetheart. Let’s talk in the morning.” He kissed her gently and tucked her into his arms.
This beautiful mess was such a fuckup.
He was in no position to confess his love to someone right now with all the bullshit going on with the Mackenzie’s.
But this was Harper, and he didn’t think he could live without her.