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I’ll be forgotten.

Chapter Twenty-One

FINN

Myeyespryopento the dim light of morning filtering through the thin curtains. I wince as I try to move. There’s a crick in my neck, and a warm body lying on top of me. A little disoriented, my eyes scan the room. I’m in Harper’s apartment, and she’s the warm body lying on my chest.

We spent hours last night talking about our old lives and laughing at some of the shit we got up to. Not once did we mention anything after the breakup. We already covered what happened. No point hashing it up again. It’s like we didn’t want those memories tainting the good ones.

I wasn’t planning on telling her about begging to see her at her house or about the accident. It was the lowest moment of my life. Once I started, something loosened in my chest. Like all the pent-up resentment I’d been clinging to was dissolving. Making me feel lighter…freer. She’d asked if I’d forgiven her. I wasn’t lying when I said I needed time. Yet maybe I won’t need as much time as I thought.

I don’t remember falling asleep. I must admit, it feels good having her in my arms like this. Is this how friends behave? Probably not. This being ‘friends’ idea might be easier said than done. It’s taking a herculean effort not to run my hands over her body and wake her up with a good-morning bang.

Harper stirs. Tilting her face up to me, she smiles. “Good morning.” Her voice is husky from sleep and sexy as hell. Then her eyes widen. She looks down at my chest and back up at my face. “Why…how… We fell asleep! I’m sorry.” She scrambles into a sitting position on the edge of the sofa.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“It’s the best sleep I’ve had in years.” It’s true. Apart from a stiff neck, I haven’t felt so relaxed. I stretch and sit up.

She glances at her watch. “Oh crap! I have to get ready for work. Help yourself to coffee while I get dressed.” She shoots from the seat. I grab onto her wrist, stopping her from racing away.

“Don’t rush. I can take you to work.” My thumb brushes along the smooth skin of her wrist.Or take you to bed.Fuck, stop it. We’re friends. That’s it.

“Thanks for the offer, but I’ll catch the subway.”

“We’re going to the same place. It makes sense I take you.”

She pulls her wrist free and tucks her hair behind her ear. “No one can know we spent the night together.”

I don’t care what anyone thinks, but I ask, “Why?”

She pulls a face like I asked a dumb question. “I don’t want anyone to know that I slept with the boss.”

“We didn’t have sex.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not here, but we have. I don’t want them talking about us.”

I don’t have the heart to tell her that Bianca probably already told half the office about our time in the trailer. With a shrug, I get to my feet. “There’s nothing wrong with giving you a lift to work.”

“I know…but—”

“Don’t overthink it. If anyone says anything, I’ll deal with them.”

“You have to go home and change. I don’t want to be late.”

“I have clothes in the office. We can go straight to work.”

She nibbles her bottom lip, thinking. “Okay, thanks. I won’t be long.” With that she dashes into the room.

I drop to the sofa, tilting my head on the back of the seat, and let out a long breath. Why do I always feel like I need to save the day for Harper? Why hasn’t my protectiveness over her disappeared? How do I forget about how strong our bond was?

The answer comes quickly. I can’t forget. Harper is unforgettable.

Chapter Twenty-Two

HARPER

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