Page 79 of Butter My Biscuit

“You can’t be serious,” Harrison says, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

And after kissing him and nearly losing myself, I feel like I kinda have.

I slip the high heels off my feet and hold them in my hand as I walk over to the window. “I am dead serious.”

Carefully, I unlock it and slide it open. The cold breeze fills the room and blows through my hair. Goose bumps coat my arms, and I shiver, but it’s not because of the air or temperature.

There’s just too much streaming between us right now.

“Listen, we could break arms or legs. You want to be in a cast this year?” He gives me a stern look.

I poke my finger into his chest. “Fearless, Harri. It starts now.”

He shakes his head and laughs. “You wanna take risks, princess?”

“More than you know.” I shoot him a wink.

“You’re fuckin’ adorable.” He runs his fingers through his hair, thinking. “How about this? I’ll go first, and then you can follow my lead. That way, if for some reason that lattice slides off the side of the house, I’ll be the one on my back with broken limbs, and you can get help. Deal?”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Wait.” I grab his hand and put it to the pulse in my neck. “I’m kinda scared.”

Harrison rests his other palm on my cheek and kisses me. “Fearless.”

He peels his suit jacket off his body and hands it to me. Then, he puts one leg out the window and reaches over until his foot is hooked into the lattice. I poke my head out, watching, trying to memorize his path.

Carefully, he climbs down until his feet are on the ground. Then, he looks up at me with a smile. He made it look tooeasy.

“Incoming,” I whisper-hiss, tossing his suit jacket down below, which he immediately puts on. Then, I drop my heels, and they hit the grass with a plop.

My heart is still racing, and I look down at him, placing my hand on my heart.

“I can do this,” I whisper.

“You can do this,” he encourages, almost as if he’s reading my mind.

“Get out of my head,” I say.

“You first.”

I hear chatter in the hallway, and I know my time is running out. It’s now or never.

After releasing a breath, I climb out the window, placing my feet on the wood, and I feel like a kid again. I hold on tight, looking down at him.

“Slowly,” he instructs.

“Are you lookin’ at my panties?”

He shrugs. “It’s a full moon tonight, and, baby, I ain’t complainin’ one bit.”

On the next step, I lose my footing and slip. Then, I’m falling so fast that I can’t even scream. Of course, I’ll be the one to get hurt. A million regretful thoughts flash through my mind until I land directly into Harrison’s arms. He stumbles back, and we fall to the ground.

“My prince,” I say, running my hand across his chest, laughing my ass off.

We’re in a fit of giggles on the ground, but when our mouths are close, that vanishes. My breath is ragged as his nose brushes against mine, and he captures my mouth. His strong palm is on my ass, and I groan against him, threading my fingers through his hair.

“Harrison? Grace?” London asks from the shadows.

I didn’t even notice her there. I don’t notice anyone when I’m crossing the line with Harrison.

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