Harper woke with the disorientation one feels when you don’t wake up in your own bed. It was only a moment before a smile spread across her face, feeling the still-sleeping Casey lying behind her and remembering what she could truly call making love last night. She’d never experienced someone so giving, and while she’d given the men in her life a lot, it was always expected or even demanded, and barely returned. She could see the joy he got out of pleasing her with the smiles and the little flourishes he’d add to make it just that much sweeter. She wanted to be like him, and tried to give as much as she got, but all he seemed to need from her was her appreciation.
She’d woken early out of habit, needing to be at the diner by six, and even on days off, lying in bed, alone, didn’t hold much appeal, but she didn’t need to be there this morning, and took advantage of the luxury of the moment. Only his arm around her waist was missing from when she fell asleep, and surprisingly for her, she slept through the night. He may have let go of her, but she’d bet it came off with her normal tossing and turning that often woke her.
Facing him and leaning on one elbow, she stared at his face, having almost forgotten how handsome he was, his other endearing qualities having usurped the physical attraction.
Lying her head down, she closed her eyes and fell easily into deep sleep. A dream formed some time later, and she found herself lying in a bed of the whitest white clouds, floating freely in the misty sky. She heard a sound of unknown origin, but looked and saw no one there. A featherlight touch to her breast had her looking again, but still she was alone. The sound came again, a bit louder, and it sounded like someone speaking her name, though it was still faint and quite distant. The touch changed to something soft and wet, surrounding the nipple with light suction. The earlier touch traced a serpentine path down her torso, and when it slipped between her legs …
“Harper? Harper!”
“Ohhh, Casey! It’s you! I thought I was dreaming,” she said in a soft, sleepy voice, “but I guess you are a dream come true!”
“Good morning, Princess!” he replied as his mouth left her breast and kissed her lips. A single finger caressed her pussy now moist with arousal.
“Ohhh, that feels so good! Don’t stop! Don’t ever stop!” she sighed as additional fingers joined in and his mouth returned to the modest breasts he considered perfect. Tiny kisses followed the same winding path to her pussy and continued on her soft, damp lips. She noticed that he was limiting himself to just his tongue, but it was more than up to the task, and it wasn’t long before she could feel it coming. Once he concentrated on her clit with nibbling lips and licking tongue, she came quickly, though with soft, enveloping quivers, and as soon as she could speak, she said only, “Hold me?” with arms outstretched.
He knew just how she liked it and sat with his back to the headboard, pulling her up between his legs. She curled up, lifting her head for a tender kiss, then resting her head on his chest where she remained for several minutes.
“Miss Harper?” he said, using the common Southern honorific.
“Yes?” she whispered.
“I just want you to know that …”
“Yes?” she repeated in a more curious tone.
“Last night was the best night of my life!”
“Oh, Casey! For me too!” she cried, “I was …”
“But …” he interrupted. She didn’t respond this time, afraid there was something wrong. “But waking up and seeing your beautiful, innocent face on the pillow beside me was even better!”
It was a genuine feeling and another positive comparison of this delightful girl to others he’d slept with. In many cases, they’d asked to spend the night, but even if it was on his invitation, he often wished they were gone when he awoke. He saw this new appreciation as a testament to Harper’s appeal, but also a sign that he was different with her.
“You know, I woke up a couple of hours ago and just stared at your handsome, sleeping face, remembering how special last night was! It may surprise you to know I never slept with a man before, but you’re right; it is an incredible feeling waking up with someone special!”
Eventually, she felt him poking her side, and she shifted enough for his erection to slip free of its confines between their bodies. She took hold of it and shifted again to be able to wet the tip in the slit of her still excited pussy.
“I know where to put him!” she said with a cute smile. “Please?” she pleaded, and taking his smile as approval, she turned to straddle his body and slowly sat on his thick shaft. “Oh God, Casey!” she cried, and with her hands on his shoulders, her body quickly found a pleasant up/down motion that had them moaning with pleasure.
Casey sat up straighter, kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts whose size left them jiggling provocatively, rather than bouncing, as her motions quickened. His hands on her ass provided an assist only, still leaving the pace to her, but as the energy of her ride accelerated, they lifted in one direction and pulled her down hard in the other. When she came, it was all him as her body shook uncontrollably.
“Oh f-f-fuck!” she stuttered as her brilliant climax was prolonged and enhanced by his unrelenting penetration.
“You are so beautiful! So perfect!” he declared when his climax was upon him, growling with pleasure as he emptied into her and pulling her body to his to share its shattering effect.
“What’s wrong?” she asked when she pulled back to kiss him and saw his face, seemingly about to cry.
“There is definitely nothing wrong, Princess!” he said, wanting so much to tell her he loved her but doubting his feeling was genuine and possibly just the result of the incredible sex. How could he be in love with someone he’d only known a few weeks? Sure, he’d met her six years ago, and he wondered if it was kismet that brought them back together, but still, that was barely three weeks ago. That he’d never felt anything like this with any woman before was all he had to suggest it was more than just lust.
“That’s the second time you called me Princess. Is that gonna be your nickname for me?”
“Let’s say I’m trying it on? It suggests youthful beauty. It’s okay, but if you’ve got something you like better?”
“I guess it’s okay. Better than what you called me that morning we went to the aquarium,” she said, pausing to see if he remembered. “Beautiful?”
“Yeah, I didn’t like it either. It sounds like something you’d call someone who was just a lover,” he replied.
She smiled and kissed him tenderly, appreciating that he saw it that way. While she’d never had a lover who was anything like Casey, she hoped she was more than that to him, and he’d just confirmed that she was.
The weeks that followed brought nothing but joy to the couple who spent as much time as possible together. Lots of fun outings expanded Harper’s horizons further.
She provided a solid challenge to the adage that you never forget how to ride a bike when they spent some time riding on the Firefly trail. Eventually she did remember and, as with hiking, was committed to showing she could handle it. They returned their rental bikes, having enjoyed it enough that they thought they might buy a pair for future rides. A casual dinner in downtown Athens was followed by a sexy shower, emerging both very clean and sexually fulfilled.
Casey agreed to see a romantic movie Harper was interested in, and he was surprised to find he enjoyed it. Harper did as well, though her enjoyment was enhanced by Casey getting down on the floor of the nearly empty theater and burying his face between her luscious thighs during one of the sex scenes. Emulating what one was supposed to believe was happening to the young lady on screen, Casey had her squealing with delight through the hand she held over her mouth to avoid being heard.
Six Flags, bowling, and laser tag were all things Harper had experienced in a limited way, but doing them together added another element that made them more fun than either of them recalled before.
“What would you like to do on Monday? Do you have to work?” he asked.
“Yes, I always work Monday mornings,” she said, as though he ought to know that, but suddenly remembered it was her birthday. Birthdays had never been that special for her, even when someone made an attempt to do something nice, so the fact that her birthday was just days away wasn’t top of mind for her. “Oh. Yeah. My birthday. Can we go out for a nice dinner?”
“Of course, but I thought we should do something different on your special day. I don’t even know what to get you as a gift.”
“I don’t know. Maybe a nice blouse to wear to dinner?”
“Okay, I know how you feel about your clothes. Maybe instead of just a single blouse, we spend the whole afternoon on a shopping spree for new clothes!” he offered excitedly.
“Oh, Casey, I don’t know! You already spend so much on me! You pay for all the things we do together, and meals, and then there’s the …” She almost said the money you paid Amos but remembered in time she wasn’t supposed to know about that. “I can’t have you pay for a whole new wardrobe!”
“I’m not suggesting replacing your entire wardrobe, but a few blouses, maybe a dress or two. Some nice slacks, sexy shorts! Oh, then there’s lingerie! You know I like your collection of sexy panties, but you can never have too many of those!” he said excitedly, trying to get her interested in the idea.
“Are you just trying to get me to look like Tiffany?” she challenged with a hint of jealousy.
“NO! No, definitely not! Come here!” he said, pulling her into his arms, trying to avoid her going off the rails about Tiffany again. “These will be clothes you like! I’d love how you’d look in a brown paper bag, Princess! I don’t want you looking like Tiffany! I want you looking like you! You’re the girl I …” He almost said ‘fell in love with’ but caught himself in time, though those feelings had only grown stronger of late “… want to be with as much as I can!”
“But the money!” she replied, feeling like a charity case where she contributed nothing.
“What good is money if you can’t make people happy with it? I just want to make you happy!”
“I’m happy enough when I’m with you, Casey, but if it will make you happy, we’ll go clothes shopping on my birthday,” she replied with a loving smile and kiss.
“He made it sound like I was giving him something by letting him give me something!” Harper added after telling Sherry about their afternoon plans for her birthday.
“That sounds about right from what you’ve told me about him. He loves giving you lots of things,” Sherry said, winking at the ‘things’ she was referring to. “And that’s probably because you don’t expect them from him.”
“I know. And I do appreciate it, but I worry that he’ll come to see me like all those other girls … like Tiffany! I just want him, Sherry! Just him. So much! And I don’t want to lose him!” she cried almost on the verge of tears.
“You just keep doin’ what you’re doin’ cuz that’s what he loves about you! Have fun shopping with him. Most men wouldn’t spend a day clothes shopping no matter how much they love you! Make it fun for him too! Involve him. Pay attention to him, not the clothes, and I think you’ll both enjoy it!” Sherry said, offering sage advice, though having no such experience herself to base it on.
“I will! Thanks, Sherry!” she replied, giving her best friend a kiss on the cheek.
“Do you think he’ll give you a birthday spankin’?” Sherry asked with a sly smile, a typically rural tradition that she was quite fond of herself.
“Ooo! I didn’t think of that! Do you think he will?” Harper asked with only Sherry’s raised eyebrows as an answer. “I better get changed. He’ll be here any minute!” she finished, the memory of the only birthday spanking she’d gotten suddenly fresh in her mind.
“Hey, Sherry!” Casey called as he entered the diner just after Harper disappeared to change.
“Oh, hey! She’s just gone back to change. This is a really nice gift you’re giving her,” she said as Casey sat at the counter, Sherry automatically pouring him a cup of coffee. “Just be careful about spending too much on her.”
“What good is money if …”
“I know. She told me what you said, and it’s a nice sentiment, but she’s not used to it.”
“Okay. Thanks for the advice,” he replied with a friendly smile, and wondered where Harper, or even he, would be if it weren’t for Sherry.
“How do I look … oh, Casey!” she cried as she leaned over the counter for a quick kiss.
“You look beautiful, as always!” he replied, noting the same dress she’d worn on their first date. He smiled at the thought that she’d probably chosen it as something more conservative to wear.
“I wore a dress because it’s easier to take one thing off when trying something else on! I’m ready! You?” she asked and, with him rising and holding his hand out for her, added, “Bye, Sherry! See you tomorrow!” Sherry replied with birthday wishes.
On their way, he made a turn she wasn’t expecting but said nothing until he turned again, heading in the opposite direction from where she thought they were going.
“Aren’t we going to the Georgia Square Mall?”
“No, we’re going to the Mall of Georgia, in Buford. They’ve got better stores there,” he explained.
“The Square Mall has a Belk’s for clothes.”
“There’s a Belk’s in Buford. And Macy’s and Dillards! And especially Victoria’s Secret!” he said, looking at her with a suggestive smile. He didn’t mention the many boutique stores to avoid raising the specter of Tiffany again.
“I can get sexy panties at Belk’s!” she challenged.
“I bet they don’t have crotchless panties!” he fired back, his smile now arousing.
“Oh. Um. Okay?” she replied; the thought of what he’d do to her in such panties felt in the underwear she was currently wearing.
They started in the department stores looking for simple slacks and jeans, and nice tops to go with them. He loved how she came out of the dressing room each time, like a model showing off, and she showed him more than he expected, bending over to give him a peek down her blouse, or shoving her cute bottom in his face. They smiled and laughed and giggled, Harper, taking Sherry’s advice to keep him involved and amused.
After a nice lunch in the Cheesecake Factory, they went to some of the smaller boutiques looking for dresses. She wanted a simple black dress and another in some kind of summery print. Casey enjoyed this even more as her playful attitude continued. She’d strut her stuff in front of him, again giving him peeks, but short skirts and dresses also allowed for some quick upskirt flashes, her bright red bikini panties chosen specifically for that purpose. More than once, he found himself needing to adjust his slacks for comfort.
She hadn’t mentioned shoes, but he suggested it with an ulterior motive. He played shoe salesman, caressing her feet and calves as he slipped each pair on her dainty feet. Getting in the spirit of what he was doing, she’d spread her legs when no one was looking, squealing in surprise when his hand slid all the way up her thigh to brush the crotch of her panties. She bought only one pair, but the whole point was the play, not the purchase.
Saving the best for last, they walked into Victoria’s Secret more than a little aroused from the shoe store antics and the atmosphere of underwear and lingerie everywhere one looked. Being the only customer, they felt free to talk about what they saw, what they liked, and how they’d look on Harper. The babydolls caught Casey’s eye, and he suggested she try one on. They picked it together, and when she came out of the dressing room, he had to hold her, first at arm’s length to take her in, but then in his arms, unable to resist the temptation to kiss her neck and shoulders.
They solicited the help of the young salesgirl, Naomi, to find the crotchless panties, which they called ‘Peekaboo Panties.’ She directed them to shelves where they had a few different types. She showed them the split in the crotch, green with envy at the cute blonde shopping with her handsome man, imagining them putting them to their explicit use. Harper selected three different types and headed for the dressing room, with Casey sitting in the waiting area.
“Casey, can you come in here a minute?” she called out to him.
Casey looked around again, feeling a little apprehensive about going into a dressing room in such a store. There was still nobody else around, just Naomi having heard Harper and smiling knowingly. He stepped inside, a huge smile forming on his face as well when he saw her standing in nothing but the sheer red boyshorts, then sitting down with her legs apart just enough.
“I don’t know if I got ‘em on right,” she said in the cute innocent voice he loved. “Maybe you should check and see if they work before we buy ‘em?” she asked, then biting her lower lip firmly between her teeth.
“Good idea! I’d love to,” he said as he knelt between the legs that spread further.
He heard her breathe in sharply as his hands glided up her inner thighs and reached her pussy where the split sides of the panty’s crotch covered her wet lips, sticky with an afternoon’s worth of on-and-off arousal.
“Oh God, Casey!” she said as his fingers dipped into her slit and pulled the split open, exposing her pretty pussy.
“Tell me if they work, Princess!” he said just before his tongue slithered into her slit.
“Oh yeah! They work!”
“Did I ever tell you I love the way your pussy tastes?”
“I don’t think you need to! It’s pretty obvious! Ohhh!”
Bored to death on a slow Monday afternoon, the salesgirl had situated herself where she could keep an eye on the front door yet hear the goings-on in the dressing room. A man shopping for panties with his girlfriend was rare, but then test driving a pair of Victoria’s Peekaboo Panties in their dressing room was a new experience for her. As he slurped his way through his girlfriend’s pussy, who gasped and cried out uninhibited by her location, Naomi’s hand went from rubbing her crotch through her skirt, to inside her panties. Rubbing furiously with Harper’s soundtrack as inspiration, she was soon on her way to her own climax.
“Oh, Casey! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna … I’m gonn … Hoh-hoh-hoh!” she panted as she came, shuddering with each lick of his tongue scooping up her savory syrup.
“Yeah. I think they work okay,” he laughed, and she giggled.
Standing up, he leaned over, took her face in both hands, and kissed her noisily. “You are the most wonderful girl I’ve ever met!” Harper smiled proudly at his compliment, and they agreed she should buy all three and maybe a fourth, as Harper started putting herself back together. Casey peeked out the door just in time to see Naomi’s hand come from under her skirt and walk away with a sheepish grin.
“They’re kinda wet, Casey. What will Naomi say?” Harper said with the used panties dangling from her finger.
“Oh, I don’t think she’ll mind,” he laughed.
They left the dressing room, and Harper went to the rack for another pair in black, having no problem spending Casey’s money on this. At the cash register with Naomi, she laid all four pairs on the counter with the red ones on the bottom. She was horrified when Naomi went for those first, tossing them around in her hands, presumably looking for the barcode tag.
“Mmm,” she sighed, taking a deep breath through her nose with her eyes closed. “I trust they met with your approval, Miss?” she said as her eyes opened.
“Oh! Um. Yes! They did,” Harper giggled with embarrassment.
Naomi scanned the barcodes, placed them all carefully folded into a shopping bag, and, smiling with the red ones under her nose again, put them in as well. She placed the babydoll on top and took Casey’s credit card to complete the purchase.
“Thank you for letting me … assist you today! It was truly my pleasure to serve you!” Naomi said with a devilish smile.
“Oh. Yeah, well … thank you!” Harper stammered, and Casey laughed. “What?” she asked as Casey winked at Naomi. “What was that all about?” she asked once outside in the mall, and Casey explained. “Are you shittin’ me? She fingered herself while we were …?”
“Uh-huh! Casey laughed again.
“I’ll never forget what we did in the dressing room, but that makes it even more memorable! Casey, we have got to go home right now! I am so fuckin’ horny I can’t stand it!”
“Can’t argue with that!” he replied, still chuckling.
Back in Athens, their libidos had calmed enough that they agreed to go out for the ‘nice dinner’ Harper had suggested as her sole birthday celebration. Again, the maitre’d addressed Casey by name and sat them at a table by the windows overlooking a picturesque pond with a fountain lit by colorful underwater lights.
The wine poured, they clinked glasses for a toast to the day, but instead of taking a sip, Casey just stared at Harper. He considered the day an enormous success not only for the fun they’d had, but also for Harper’s sincere enjoyment of it, which amplified every appealing character trait of her enthusiastic personality. It was like an over-the-top advertisement for the perfect girl for him.
“What?” Harper questioned, noticing his gaze at her.
“Oh, I’m just enjoying … you,” he finished with a theatrical pause.
“Aww, I really enjoyed being with you today, too!” she replied, not quite understanding his statement. “I’m so glad you talked me into it! And I can’t wait to tell Sherry about Naomi!”
“You share everything with Sherry, don’t you?” he said without any accusation.
“Pretty much. She’s like a mother and a big sister rolled into one! She’s very important to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without her. You don’t mind my telling her stuff, do you?”
“Not at all. I’m really glad you have someone like her!” he answered, reviving the thought from earlier about what might have happened to her had she not connected with someone like Sherry.
Reliving the highlights of the day over dinner, each recounted the many arousing elements Harper introduced just for the fun of it. She got especially animated with the addition of the pretty, dark-haired Naomi into their tale, wishing she’d been in on it before, rather than being told about her after they’d left the store.
Casey insisted they have dessert, both because he craved something sweet and because he could see her anticipation of the evening building and wanted it to grow a little more before they went home. Finally, after sharing a large slice of death-by-chocolate cake and espresso, they left. Thankfully, it was a short drive as Harper got even more fidgety, though it wasn’t the anticipation of sex that had her so.
“Would you like some more wine?” he asked as they entered the kitchen, expecting her to decline, wanting to get to the bedroom.
“Yes, I would. Just a small glass,” she replied, noting the surprised look on Casey’s face.
“Happy birthday, Princess!” he offered as a toast, and they each sipped.
“Thank you! This was the best birthday ever!” she enthused, “but there’s something else I’d like to do to celebrate my birthday.”
“I think I can guess what that is!” he replied expectantly.
“No, I don’t think you can. Well, yes, you can, but there’s something else,” she said demurely as she stood and offered her hand.
Leading him to the bedroom, his curiosity was piqued by what the something else was. They entered the bedroom, and she smiled at him upon seeing the sheets laid invitingly open, but had him sit on the end of the bed, taking her place on his right side. She leaned in to kiss him tenderly, but a second was more passionate.
“Casey? Are you familiar with the tradition of a birthday spanking?”
“Yeah, I guess so,” he replied reluctantly.
“Years ago,” she started, feeling like more of an explanation was needed, “I got one from a boy I kinda liked at the time. He was just playin’ around, and I giggled through the whole thing, but I actually liked it, and I had him do it again.” She could see he was still hesitant, but she pushed on. “Will you give me a birthday spankin’, Casey? Not hard. Just like, um, pretending,” she added, finally finding the right word. “Please?”
She stood up, lifted her dress, and pulled her panties halfway down her thighs before bending to lie across his lap. She wiggled her butt as an enticement, knowing how much he liked her ass.
“Please, Casey? Twenty-three spanks, plus one to grow on!” she said, turning to look back at him with a cute smile, adding one more “Please?” when she saw his face soften.
She sighed aloud when each of his hands claimed a cheek, rubbing and squeezing the sumptuous flesh of her beautiful bottom. He had to admit that having it so enticingly presented was arousing, and in his mind he gave in, deciding to do what she asked, but only because she’d asked.
“Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, Honey,” she added and turned away when she saw his hand rise, at the same time taking hold of her waist. “Ooo, yeah! Just like that,” she encouraged with the playful little pop that spanned both cheeks. “One!” she counted and got to five before lifting her bottom in invitation for the rest.
He knew he wasn’t hurting her and loved her reaction to each smack, but he still worried about it escalating into something he was sure he couldn’t do.
“Ooo, six! Oh God! Seven! Mmm, eight!” she continued, showing her appreciation by alternately grinding her pussy into his thigh or lifting her bottom into each smack. “Oh yeah! Nine!” She almost couldn’t believe how much she liked it; almost because everything with Casey was better than she anticipated, this providing another level of intimacy she’d never experienced. “Ten! Eleven! Twelve! Oh, Casey!” she cried, grunting out four more and loving the quick repetition.
He couldn’t argue with her lively reaction, and worries of him doing harm ebbed. With eight left to go and seeing how she loved the quicker delivery, he put his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and smacked her delicious bottom eight times at the faster pace with a slight pause for the final one to grow on.
“Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she gasped as he spanked. “Oh my God, Casey!” she cried as she slid off his lap and stood up, shifting her legs to let her panties fall to the floor. “Mmm! That was so good!” she said as she sat in his lap facing him and showering his face with kisses. “That was okay, wasn’t it?” she asked for a reason.
“Yes. It was okay,” he said before she kissed him long and deep. “You really liked it, didn’t you?”
“I loved it! Especially from you!” she said as she stood. With one smooth motion, she pulled her dress up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her bra was next to go, but before he could reach for her perfect tits, she stood at his side and bent with her hand on his thigh. “Do it again? Please?” she asked with a quick kiss between. “All of them in a row! Like you did at the end,” she begged as she lay her naked body in his lap again, jiggling her slightly pink cheeks at him. She smiled and turned to look at the floor when she felt his arm around her waist again, pulling her in even more tightly. “Ohhh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!” she cried in a continuous stream as all twenty-four spanks were given and done before she knew it.
Knowing she wanted but couldn’t ask for more, she jumped up to sit in his lap again, covering his face and lips with grateful kisses. She opened the one button of his polo shirt and tugged it up by the hem, his arms rising as she pulled it off. Scooting back on his lap, she kissed, nibbled, and licked his nipple, while a hand kept the other from feeling left out.
“Ohhh, that’s nice, Harper!” he said with his hand gently on the back of her head.
Smiling lustfully, she slid off his lap, knelt between his thighs, and worked on the button, hook, and zipper of his slacks. She pulled his shoes off with his slacks and returned for his underwear, surprised by the tight, black bikini briefs she hadn’t seen before. She would have liked to enjoy them a bit more, but she was on a mission, and they had to go.
The arousal that had built throughout the amazing day returned and amplified by her spanking, meaning there would be no tender foreplay. With a quick slide up his thighs, one hand gripped his dick only to guide it into her mouth, and down her throat almost as quickly.
“Jesus, Harper!” he gasped, having not seen her so forceful before.
With her head bobbing on his cock, he came quickly, the day’s excitement building to this for him as well. He pulled her back on the bed with him, rolled her over, and buried his face in her crotch for the second time today and feasted on her swollen and drenched pussy, insisting on making her cum at least twice before they moved on.
Her body was still quivering when she pushed him down on his back and mounted him, riding his even-harder cock ferociously. Squeezing her tits not at all gently and thumbing her clit, he had her cumming again, but she paused only a second or two to enjoy it before bouncing on his cock again.
Minutes later, he could feel his climax coming. Thumbing her clit with his left hand, and smacking her bottom randomly with his right, they both came again with her falling atop his body, each sharing their body’s quaking reaction with the other.
“Jesus Christ, Harper! Was that because of the spanking?” he gasped.
“Well, that,” she started as she rolled off to his side, “and all the amazing things we did today! Thank you so much, Casey. This was by far the best birthday ever!”
“You’re welcome, Princess! I loved doing it for you!”
“Even the spanking?”
“Yes, even the spanking,” he admitted.
“So why were you so reluctant to do it?”
“I was afraid you’d want me to really hurt you! And I couldn’t do that. Not to someone I love!” he said, relieved at her surprised and happy reaction. “Yes. I love you, Harper! More than I ever thought possible!”
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So, Casey's finally admitted to himself and Harper that he's in love, and Harper's reaction to this news suggests she feels the same. Their relationship is progressing fast, so what else is coming? I hope you liked this chapter enough to 'Like,' 'Favorite,' and comment on it and ... THANKS FOR READING!!
