** Chase’s POV **Harper is a mess of emotions, and I don’t know how to help her. I can sense she needs time alone to process, which I understand, but it’s hard to stop myself from going to her. To scoop her into my arms and whisper that everything will be okay.I’m still trying to wrap my head arou
** Harper’s POV **Knox’s stomach growls so loudly it makes all of us jump. He blinks in surprise, like he’s just realised his body needs things again.“Oh my god,” I laugh, wiping away the last of my tears. “He’s back five minutes and already starving.”“I assume ghosts don’t eat, so it’s been well
** Knox’s POV **I wake up with Harper still sleeping on me. Since when can I sleep?I haven’t slept since… I died.Everything is… louder.The hum of the fridge. The ticking of a clock. The rise and fall of Harper’s breath against my chest.Then there’s her scent. I inhale deeply and it nearly buckl
** Harper’s POV **Knox’s kiss is different from the others. It’s not better or worse, just his. It’s slower, deeper, and feels more like a worship. I guess being dead gives moments like this so much more meaning. Each kiss, each look, each word could be our last.His hands settle on my hips, ground
** Harper’s POV **My bath with Dillon is exactly what I needed after my shift and the start of my heat. The contact, the soft words of love as he washed me. It was perfection.Followed by a meal together. Archie is becoming such an excellent cook. His parents own a restaurant on the outskirts of th
** Harper’s POV **The first thing I feel is a strange warmth. It’s not just the normal heat of being surrounding by my bonds as I return to consciousness. It’s a need for… something. A pulse that spreads low in my belly and flares out to heat my skin.My throat is dry and my head fuzzy, but I feel