Chapter 18 Harlan
“Harlan, the movers will be here soon. Please tell me you’re not still packing,” Penny shouts from somewhere in my flat.
I cringe, because I am, in fact, still packing.
It’s been a whirlwind since I got the call about my visa.
Pen and I wrapped up the project for L torturing an obscene number of orgasms from my willing body.
I’m breathless and completely boneless by the time he allows me to rest. I close my eyes, feeling his cum leaking out of my well-fucked hole.
He must assume I’m sleeping, because his voice barely registers in my current state.
“I’m afraid I’m falling in love with you, Harlan.
I know you’re not ready for that yet, and I don’t want to ruin this. ”
If he notices the change in my breathing, he doesn’t say anything.
He kisses my forehead and heads for the bathroom.
Just minutes ago, I was ready to pass out, but now my head is swimming with guilt.
When I check in with myself, to really try to understand my feelings for Oliver, I don’t feel confident in anything.
I do know that he’s right about one thing—I’m not ready to hear that from him.