Alexa

Oh, shit. I was sure I was wearing warm underwear beneath the slightly oversized pants, but I didn’t know whose pants these were. The red-and-black tartan flannel shirt was also too big for me. If Harlow had treated my back because he was the only healer here, then… 

“I swear I didn’t mean it’s a lewd dream or something. It was a silhouette that looked like you. I thought it was you. Then you were standing at the riverbank yesterday, waving at me. That’s all.” 

Harlow rambled, swallowing hard afterward. He must have been panicking. Honestly, I was more panicked about something else, but I didn’t dare ask him. ...