This shit with the witch and Chrissy would normally keep me up at night, and even though I am worried about Chrissy, it’s not my concern. At least, not my biggest concern. I’m relieved about Harmon offering the lawyer. This could be the last and final thing that puts us in the right direction. It would make everything better. So yeah, I’m relieved about things starting to fall into place.
What I can’t stop thinking about is kissing Harmon and how stupid it was.
What the hell had gotten into me? What was I thinking? I honestly don’t even know. I can’t think of a single reason as to why I thought it was okay to do that. He was talking to me about family stuff, and I guess I wanted to see how he would react… I wanted to see what he would do if something unknown happened. And also, maybe I wanted to kiss him to see what it would be like, period. I had a bad day. I wanted a kiss. I wanted to feel something.
And I did. Even more so the second time when he kissed me willingly. Sort of. I was being a smart ass. I didn’t think he caredenough about my family problems to kiss me like that, because after the first time, he looked like he’d rather have his leg sawed off than ever do it again. But… I was wrong. I don’t know what it means.
It’s almost one in the morning, but I still consider texting Harmon. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until I do. I need to get this off my chest. It needs to feel in motion.
I pick up my phone and send him a quick text.
Me
Yes to the lawyer.
Maybe to the trip.
Thank you.
I put my phone down and close my eyes, only for it to vibrate a few seconds later. I see a text waiting for me from Harmon.
Shit. I woke him. Now I feel bad.
Only when I look at the text, I think he was already awake.
Harmon
I can’t stop thinking about your lips.
That’sunexpected.
They’re very nice lips.
Yes, but that’s not what WE do.
We do what we want.
We have a contract and a list of things to follow.
Why am I the one arguing this? What does it matter to me? They’re his rules. I’m just following them to get a paycheck.
If you actually read it, you’d know that we follow my lead.
I kissed you first.
That’s fair. Did you hate it?
Sighing, I stare at his words. Did I hate it? No. Not even close. Should I tell him that? Is this a test? I don’t know. I don’t want him to fire me because he thinks I’m getting emotionallyinvolved.
No, I didn’t hate it.
So we can do it again?
I stare at the text, shocked.
I’m sorry. Forget I asked that.
I’d love to do it again.