She winked.
“Congratulations. You’re officially screwed—in the best way possible.”
She placed a steady hand on Maya’s shoulder, grounding her.
“Look, you think love shows up with a rulebook? A checklist? A nice little warning sign that says ‘This one’s safe’?” Harper snorted softly. “Please. Love’s a hurricane in heels. It’s messy, reckless, inconvenient—and completely worth it.”
She tilted her head, a teasing glint in her eyes. “You know what people always screw up? Thinking love needs years to count. That you’ve gotta know someone’s coffee order, favorite color, and childhood trauma before you can say, ‘Yep, this one’s mine.’ But love? It’s not that polite. It doesn’t wait for perfect timing. It shows up uninvited, kicks down the damn door, and says, ‘Hey, I live here now.’”
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