Chapter 23

“You’re blaming me?”

“You make me feel things,” Harry said. It seemed difficult for him to say. He wasn’t comfortable talking about himself. “Things I’ve never felt before, and I don’t know what to do. You make me happy, you make me angry… you make me feel all these fucking emotions, Brooklyn.”

“So, I make you bipolar?” she questioned.

“Seems that way,” he murmured and scratched his stubble. “But you also make me calm.”

“This is a weird relationship we have going on.”

“Relationship?” Harry said and arched an eyebrow.

“Not what I meant,” Brooklyn muttered and shook her head.

Harry chuckled and murmured under his breath, “Not yet.”

“Huh?” Brooklyn asked.

“Nothing,” Harry shrugged. Brooklyn frowned and glanced at the window. It was a bright sunny day.

“What time is it?”

“A l