** Harper **
It took lots of beating around the bushes and a bit of casual swearing to get Chelsea to stop probing. An hour later, when Harper finally got out of bed and freshened up, settling back down at her desk with a cup of coffee, she couldn't tell if she was more mortified or amused.
There was no way she was sharing the full story of what happened last night, not even to her closest friend. She still wanted to blush just from thinking about it herself. The whole thing felt a bit too surreal … and the high from that moment had struck her so hard that traces of it were still lingering, tugging at the edge of her senses.
To think that this was only their very first attempt …
Could it get even better than this?
