HARPER
I rushed to the door without thinking. My fingers wrapped around the handle, and I yanked it open.
"Julian," I breathed out shakily, clutching the lapel of his jacket.
Relief crashed into me so hard my knees almost gave out. I threw myself into his arms.
"Please… I'm sorry."
My grip tightened around him like if I let go, he would disappear again. I buried my face against his chest and inhaled deeply.
He smelled familiar. Warm. Safe. Masculine.
Too much cologne lingered beneath it, sharp enough to sting my nose, but I did not care. I dragged in another breath greedily anyway.
He was here. That was all that mattered.
"Harper…"
"No." I shook my head against him. "You do not have to forgive me yet. I just… I'm sorry. For everything. For taking you for granted."
"Harper," he said again, quieter this time.
"Please, Julian…"
I only wanted him to hold me. Was that really too much to ask for?
I was not asking him to apologize. I already knew this was my fault.
