“I’m going to pass.” She bites her lip and shuffles on her feet. “If I were ready for literally anything with anyone, I’d be giving you my number right now and would probably get a smidge clingy and you’d be like, whoa. Calm down, Harper.” Unlikely. “But you’re not.” Her smile is sad, and I want to ask her why. “I’m just not. I have this new job, some family stuff, life stuff.” She shrugs almost helplessly, and I want to pull her into me. I want to wrap my arms around her, bury my nose in her hair, and just hold her.
