"Well, um... I'll... Er-"

"I think you'll find the word you're looking for is thanks," Harry said, turning in his seat to look at Brooklyn who was fumbling with her bag.

"Yeah... Um, thanks," Brooklyn coughed and reached for the door handle. She opened the car door, but she was stopped by Harry who reached out and grabbed her bag. Missing her hand by millimeters.

Harry leaned forward and Brooklyn stiffened. This was happening too much with him.

He was getting too close.

"I won't touch," Harry said lowly, his green eyes flickering to Brooklyn's wide blue ones. "Tomorrow? Same time?"

"N-no, it's fine," Brooklyn said quickly and shook her...