Harley chuckles at me. “You’re thinking about the fight again, aren’t you? Your eyes do this glazed over thing that would make me jealous as all fuck if I didn’t see them doing it about me all the fucking time too.” I roll my eyes at him. “Yes, I get it; I’m fucking damaged. But I love that you all can hold your own. I love that you can fight and hurt and kill when you need to. It makes me feel less… alone. And it’s hot as fuck.”
