(Asher)
Harlow walked ahead of me, still looking pleased with herself after insulting Knox. I followed her through the hallway toward our section, carrying the chocolate cake she'd threatened me over twice already. She stopped at our door and searched her purse for her keys. I reached around her and opened it with mine.
"You're taking forever, baby."
"Then you should've opened it sooner."
"You're welcome."
"Thank you, Sir."
I laughed as she walked inside and headed straight for the kitchen. She dropped her purse on the counter before taking the cake from me. I watched her open the refrigerator and move a few things around to make space. Apparently, that cake was more important than anything else.
"Don't touch it while I'm sleeping."
"Jesus, Harlow. It's a piece of cake."
"My piece
