Harley
It started with a touch. No, not even that. Just proximity.
One second, I was a functioning human being. The next? My back was brushing the door, my breath hitching in my throat like a caught note, and every nerve in my body was tuned to him. To Clad. His scent wrapped around me like warm thunder—intoxicating, dark, and impossible to escape. And he was close. So close. Yep, this is me—Harley—trying to make sense of how everything spiraled so fast. But trust me, forming a coherent thought was nearly impossible with his tongue… doing things to my lip, slow and intentional, like he owned it. Every flick, every graze sent a new jolt of heat down my spine, and I was quickly unraveling. I didn't think I'd last long before I completely—
Then he pulled away. Just slightly. Like a tease. Like he knew. Like he absolutely knew how much I so desperately needed to get something called oxygen back into my lungs
