Page 147 of From Now On

“Everything okay? You usually—oh.” The door swings open.

“Hey, Harlow,” I say.

She smiles. Glances at Eve, focusing on the sweatshirt she’s wearing. Her smile widens. “Hey, guys. Sorry to interrupt. There wasn’t a sock on the doorknob.”

Eve snorts.

She also flushes a brilliant shade of red.

“I’ll text you later,” I tell Eve.

I give her a quick peck—no tongue because Harlow is still standing and beaming at us—and smile when I feel her lips curve up against mine.

“See ya, Harlow,” I say before heading down the hallway toward the front door.

“Bye, Hunter,” she calls after me.

Before I’m out of earshot, I hear Harlow tell Eve, “Nice sweatshirt.”

Conor and Aidan are—predictably—pissed.

I jogged the whole way home from Eve’s, and neither of them appears to appreciate the effort.

To be fair, I’m twenty-five minutes late.

“Finally,” Hart grumbles.

“My stomach ate itself half an hour ago,” Phillips informs me.

“Sorry. I got distracted.”

Aidan squints at me. “There’s something different about you.”

I nod. “Eve cut my hair.”

“No, that’s not it. It’s…” He snaps his fingers. “You lost your punctuality.”

Conor laughs.

“You’re an asshole,” I say. “I take back my apology.AndI’m sitting shotgun.”

Aidan grumbles about the lack of foot room in the back seat the whole walk to Conor’s car.

“So, where were you?” he asks as he reverses out of our driveway.

“At Eve’s. Getting a haircut.” Among other things.

Conor scowls. “Are you kidding me? We could have picked you up there, and I could have seen Harlow.”

“And my knees wouldn’t be under my chin right now,” Aidan pipes in with from the back.

“I didn’t think of that. I fell asleep and lost track of time.”

“Youfell asleepduring sex?” Aidan sounds horrified.

“No,” I correct quickly. “It was after.”

“How long after? That doesn’t say much about your stamina, Morgan.”

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