Her Stalker
| Harley |
Standing near the window, Brixton pulls me down on his lap, protectively curling his arm around my waist. I find myself leaning into his comforting hold and laying my head on his shoulder, finally releasing the breath I've been holding.
"Brixton, what are we even doing?"
I ask again, almost as if my question is playing on repeat.
"I've been waiting for you to fucking tell me that exact answer."
He grins at me when I look at him, our gazes locking intensely on each other.