Rival Hearts
Get a grip, Harper.
“I’m not here to distract you,” Emery said softly, leaning closer so that Harper could feel her warm breath. “Just…helping.”
“Helping?” Harper echoed, though her voice was unsteady. “You call this…helping?”
Emery smirked. “Depends on your definition of help.” She leaned back slightly but kept her eyes locked on Harper’s, amber gaze teasing, electric, impossible to ignore.
Harper’s thoughts were a storm of irritation and desire. She’s infuriating. She’s reckless. She’s impossible. And yet…
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