Chapter 22

Harper's POV

Nathan hasn’t moved. Still sitting on the couch, legs parted, arms draped along the back like a king awaiting his subject. But there’s nothing arrogant in his expression. His smile is warm, patient, almost amused as he watches me walk to him.

I drop to my knees between his legs.

I look up at him, and his expression softens even more. For a second, I wonder if he’s going to take the lead. He doesn’t. Instead, he just watches. Waiting.

Reaching up, I place both hands on either side of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin, the beat of his pulse under my fingers. I tug gently, pulling him toward me, and he lets me.

Our mouths meet in the middle.

The kiss is… grounding. Where Mason was warm and Theo was fire, Nathan is steady. Solid. His li