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Autor: Ahsia Risan
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-19 21:02:25

Harper's POV

The party was at some random senior's house I never even seen befor. It was packed wall to wall with people, bass thumping loud enough to feel it in my chest before we'd even gotten through the front door. Blair grabbed my hand the second we walked in, dragging me toward the kitchen where a group of people were doing shots off the counter like it was some kind of sport.

"Zuri's already here." She yelled it over the music, pointing toward the backyard. "She texted me like an hour ag
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  • Curvy and Off-limits   114

    Declan’s POV POVThe gym was empty when I got there which was exactly what I wanted.I had been holding it together all week and I was tired of holding it together. Tired of watching Harper avoid me. Tired of the way she looked at me and then looked away. Tired of the way she said she was fine when she clearly wasn't.And then there was Zuri who had been looking at Harper all through lunch. Zuri, who had leaned in close to whisper something in her ear and made her laugh. Zuri, who had touched her arm and let her hand linger a second too long.I had seen all of it.And I had no right to be angry because Harper wasn't mine. Not officially. Not in any way that anyone could point to and say that's why you're upset. But she was mine. She had been mine since the first time I kissed her and she had kissed me back. She had been mine since before that, if I was honest, since the first time I saw her and felt something I couldn't name.But she was avoiding me. She was avoiding me and Zuri was

  • Curvy and Off-limits   113

    Harper’s POVThe bell above the door chimed around two in the afternoon and I looked up from the espresso machine to see Roland Reid walking toward the counter.He was wearing a grey sweater and jeans and he looked like he belonged in a catalog, the kind of effortless put-together that rich boys seem to be born with. He smiled when he saw me, that same awkward smile he always wore and I felt something in my stomach tighten."Harper," he greeted, sliding onto one of the stools. "I was hoping you'd be working today.""What can I get you?""Just a black coffee. Please."I turned away to make his drink and tried to ignore the way his eyes followed me across the counter. He had been showing up more frequently lately, polite, tipping generously amd finding excuses to linger. The first few times I had told myself it was coincidental. The cafe was popular. Lots of people came here.But he always sat at the counter. He always waited until the line had cleared. He always looked at me like ther

  • Curvy and Off-limits   112

    Harper’s POVThe delivery arrived on a Wednesday afternoon. I was in my room when I heard the doorbell and I didn't think anything of it until Elena knocked on my door a few minutes later."Package for you, Miss Harper."I took it from her, thanked her and closed the door. It was a small box, unmarked except for my name on a plain white label. There was no return address. No sender information. No clue where it had come from.I sat down on my bed and opened it. Inside was a dried rose.A Peace rose. Yellow with pink edges. The same kind my father used to grow in our backyard. I stared at it for a long moment.There was no note or card or explanation. Just the rose, dried and pressed and perfectly preserved, lying in a bed of tissue paper. I told myself it was nothing.I told myself someone had heard me talking about Peace roses, maybe one of the gardeners I was working with thought I might like to have one. I told myself it was a kind gesture, not a strange one.But why would they s

  • Curvy and Off-limits   111

    Harper’s POVZuri appeared in the doorway a few minutes later, her hair pulled back and her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her jacket. She looked nervous in a way I had never seen begore . There is not that easy confidence she usually carried and it made something in my chest tighten."Hey," she murmured, hovering on the threshold like she wasn't sure she was allowed inside."Hey. Come in."She stepped past me and sat on the edge of my bed and I closed the door and leaned against my desk. The room felt smaller than it usually did, the walls closing in around us and I didn't know what to do with my hands."So," Zuri started then stopped."So," I echoed."This is weird." She laughed but it came out shaky. "I'm making it weird.""You're not making it weird." I forced a smile seeing how good she looks with her dark hair. "Yes I am. I can feel myself making it weird."I laughed despite myself and some of the tension in the room loosened. She smiled at me, that wide, bright smi

  • Curvy and Off-limits   110

    Harper’s POVTwo days had passed since the kiss and I still hadn't figured out how to breathe around it. I woke up on Monday morning with the guilt sitting on my chest like something physical, heavy and suffocating and for a long moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling and replaying it in my head. The way Zuri's lips had felt against mine, soft and insistent. The way I leaned into it, a traitorous surrender of my own body. The way I hadn't pulled back nearly as fast as I should have.I hadn't spoken to Zuri since.The not speaking to Declan part wasn't intentional, not really. We'd both been busy and the house had been full and there hadn't been a moment alone, but there was something else underneath it too. Something that felt like I was avoiding him. I couldn't look at him without thinking about what I'd done, without seeing Zuri's face superimposed over his.I dragged myself out of bed and into the shower and stood under the hot water until it ran cold, hoping it could wa

  • Curvy and Off-limits   109

    His POVThe photograph is old now, creased at the corners from being handled too many times. She is sixteen in it, standing beside her father's car with the sun behind her and a smile on her face that I have not seen since. I took it from across the street. I had been watching her for weeks by then, learning her schedule, learning the places she went and the people she talked to and the way she laughed when she thought nobody was looking. I had a camera in my bag and I had been too afraid to use it until that moment.She was just so beautiful. I could not help myself.I keep the photograph in a box under my bed, along with the others. The letters I never sent. The dried flowers I picked from her garden. The notes I wrote and rewrote and never had the courage to deliver. They are all there, a record of every moment I have ever spent thinking about her, every moment I have ever spent loving her from a distance.She does not know about the box though. She only knows about the message.

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