chapter 15

Harley

Well, this certainly is unexpected occurrence of events. I tried to get in and out of here quickly and quietly, but I guess my ninja skills are rubbish compared to the grumpy Viking. And now I’m on Erik’s bed, watching him search for music to play on his laptop, about to get high as a kite with him.

I ogle him in his sleeping attire while he’s distracted. Simple loose pants and a white t-shirt; probably the most casual I’ve seen him. He almost looks like an approachable human being. Except for those giant biceps, goddamn, if this is what architects look like in Norway then I am clearly living in the wrong neck of the woods.

I chuckle and he looks over at me somewhat amused.

He presses play and the room fills with chill lo-fi beats. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect.”

Erik comes over and makes himself comfortable on the bed, leaning back on a whole bunch of cushions I’ve never seen before.

"What kind of music do you like?” He asks putting a fluff