I’m going to scare her off before I can even start to convince her to give this—give me—a real chance. But I can’t control myself around Harper, not anymore, not when the excuse of her having someone else on her arm is long gone. Not when she’s living in my house and wearing my ring, and sure as fuck not when she’s moaning my name as she makes herself come. Not when I’ve tasted her, kissed her, held her.
