Just hearing the word "thighs" made my whole face turn crimson.
"I did not grab his thighs! You pushed me forward, and if I hadn't caught myself, my face would've ended up planted in his…"
I trailed off, unable to finish.
"His what?" Harper asked, eyes sparkling. "His crotch?"
"Harper!" I snapped, horrified.
She burst out laughing, falling sideways onto my couch while I glared at her.
Sometimes I wondered how we became friends.
After our laughter died down, Harper seemed to accept that there truly was nothing between Alpha Sebastian and me.
Harper helped me shower later that evening—my first real one since the accident. After five days, my wounds had mostly healed over, though I still couldn't make any big movements without risk of reopening them.
As she helped me, Harper worriedl
