The Cookies

HARPER

At first, I didn't want to go down. When my eyes first opened, I found Harper spraying the rose plant in a glass vase on the nightstand near my bedroom balcony window.

“Are you awake?” Mabel asked as soon as she caught my eyes open.

I smiled, as if I had been reborn. Stretching my body perfectly, I muttered, “I feel like I’m having a beautiful dream!”

Harper didn't smile at me, but I could tell from the look on her face that she was always a good listener to me.

“Are you working very hard? That you slept for so long!”

I bit my lower lip. There was no way I was going to explain to Mabel about the passionate thing that had happened. Mattia made a rule for that. He wanted me only once every two weeks or at most once a month.

Mattia determines the time, whether it's two weeks or a month. I don't have full control over it. He was the one who controlled me; he provoked the situation to the point where I could say I felt safe when I was by his side.

“Well, that's a tough job,” I repli