Harper took her time in the bathroom, trying to give Dani some privacy as she changed clothes for bed. She admitted that the evening had been…well, it had been nice. Dinner was good. She’d even had seconds. They’d cleaned up the kitchen together, then they’d gone into the living room, flipping through channels on the TV before Dani found another cooking show to watch. They’d chatted some but mostly, it was a quiet—but companionable—evening. By ten o’clock, Dani was fighting yawns and Harper had to remind herself that they’d been woken up at four that morning by a baseball thrown through the window.

She’d looked out the window, seeing Ja’wan still parked across the street. It comforted her knowing that he was there. Before going to the back of the house, she checked all the doors and windows, making sure everything was locked. Maybe they’d have a peaceful night for once.

Dani was under the covers, the overhead light already out and the lamp turned on beside the bed.

“I know this is the opposite side of the bed from what we’ve been doing, but I wasn’t crazy about sleeping next to the door.”

“This is fine.” She didn’t think it mattered anyway. Each night, Dani seemed to find her way into the middle of the bed. She had exaggerated a bit with Reid, but yeah, Dani liked to snuggle. So far, it hadn’t been anything blatant…only holding Harper’s arm in a death grip while she slept. Harper doubted Dani even knew she did it.

“I also have a confession to make,” Dani said.

Harper paused as she drew back the covers. “Oh, yeah? Got another bombshell to drop on me?”

Dani laughed. “No, nothing quite as shocking as me being a lesbian.”

Harper got in beside her. “Shocking to some, I suppose. I had no preconceived notions about you so it wasn’t that shocking.” She reached out to turn off the lamp. The light from the bathroom cast enough glow into the room for her to still see Dani.

“Oh, come on. You were surprised.”

“Okay. A little. But only because you’re the most attractive lesbian I’ve had the pleasure to meet.”

Dani smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“And your confession?”

“Oh. Well, you seem like the kind of person who likes her personal space.”

“I do?”

“Yeah. You kind of keep your distance. You’re not a touchy person, at least not that I can tell.”

“Okay. I guess.”

“Yeah…so I…I kinda got into your space. Last night.”

Harper stared at the ceiling, a smile on her face. “Last night, huh?”

“Yes. I woke up and I was…well, I was kinda…well, I was using your arm as a clutch pillow or something.”

“And you thought you should confess that to me?”