Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two

Harper's POV

As soon as I walk into the house from the funeral, I head straight to my room and slam the door behind me. I collapse onto my bed, overwhelmed by the confusing mix of emotions about Josh. They envelop me and weigh heavily on my mind.

I’m too exhausted to take a shower. The lingering scent of Josh still clings to me, a reminder of his hug earlier. I close my eyes, hoping to drift into sleep, but thoughts of us together flood my senses.

In my mind, I see him lying on top of me, panting heavily, his body slick with sweat as he takes me to the edge of ecstasy.

I open my eyes, trying to push away the memory. Did we get so intimate with each other? I desperately want to remember every detail of how he made love to me, but the memories elude me. I roll onto my side, clutching my pillow tightly.

I turn on my phone and start reading a story on an app. Each page seems to fuel wild imaginings of Josh and me in bed, so I eventually drop my phone in frustration.

After tossing and turn