Harper possessed a rare talent - she could blend two worlds that the universe swore could never coexist: her humdrum life as an accountant by day with her steamy famous alter ego crafting erotic tales online by night.
But her double life unravels...
❝I close myself off in hopes of your love Not my fault that I crave your attention I want your tough love and all the bad stuff Not the best, yeah, I know❞
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"So, when did you fall in love with her?"
In response to Aryan's question, I snorted cereal out my nose for the first time in my life. He crossed over the kitchen island to thump my back, with too far wide a grin for 10:30 in the morning.
Scratch that. Too far wide a grin for any time really.
"I'm not in love with her," I muttered, picking up my spoon after setting aside the one solitary, nose-coated Cheerio to the side. "I just happen to like her a decent amount."
"Oh, please Aiden," Aryan scoffed and hopped himself up onto the island top.
He shoveled a spoonful of his own breakfast into his mouth, his dark hair in disarray and eyes still laden with sleep as he mumbled on.
"I've seen the way you look at her."
"How do I look at her?" I asked, indulging him.
Aryan raised an eyebrow, smirking mischievously.
"Oh, you know. The 'I can't believe she's real' look mixed with the 'I'd build a castle made of unicorn horns for her if I could' stare."
I rolled my eyes, trying not to let his teasing get to me.
"You're one to talk. I've seen the way you drool over my cousin's Instagram pictures and yet, when he's around, act too cool for school."
Aryan waved a spoon dismissively.
"That's different. That's just a tiny crush, and a bad one to have in the first place."
I frowned, setting my now empty bowl of Cheerios down in the sink. Turning, I leaned back against the counter and crossed my arms over my chest, fixing Aryan with an inquisitive look.
"Why's it 'bad'? EJ's great."
"He's also gay," Aryan point-blanked, dropping his gaze to his own bowl.
"And?"
"I'm a trans man, Aiden. As far as we know, Evan's gay, not pan. We have no idea if he would be into..." Aryan gestured at himself. "What's under all this, I mean."
Smiling, I kicked off the counter and moved forward, pressing my hand to his chest.
"What's under all this," I said, looking deep into his eyes, "is the best heart I've known. And he would be a fool not to see that."
"Thanks A," Aryan replied promptly, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. "But I haven't got time for dating and drama right now, anyways. I'd much rather enjoy watching yours unfold."
