my: covert affairs

0900: Dance With Me

Normally, if Harper smelled bacon coming from her kitchen as soon as she woke up she’d be out of bed in a flash, but she wasn’t sure if she could move at all without feeling the need to empty her stomach. She felt way too hot and her head felt like it was going to split in two. To be honest, she would have stayed in bed for the rest of the week if it hadn’t been for a finger poking lightly against her cheek.

“Fuck off,” Harper growls under her breath. She could smell Harry’s cologne as soon as he stepped into her bedroom.

“You have to be at work in an hour, and I was hoping we could talk before then.”

Harper lets her eyes open just a little bit to see him. He was crouching down so that he was at eye level with her.

“I think I need a sick day,” she mutters, completely ignoring the second part of what Harry had said.

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