Chapter 39
Luke
To say things went better than planned is an understatement. When we were lying in the car together, I knew I wanted to confront Harper about the song, but I was sure she was going to tell me she didn’t feel the same way. But still I held onto a tiny bit of hope.
I was ready to risk our friendship on the slim chance she felt the same way. Best case scenario, she would at least be willing to give it a shot. But I never imagined we were on the same page.
Harper yawns next to me, her head resting on my shoulder. We’ve been watching a movie together on the plane ride home. It was hard to leave Iceland, especially since we stayed up until four a.m. watching the northern lights and stargazing. We did eventually make it back to the hotel to take a three-hour nap before we had to check out and head to the airport.
We’ve been in and out of sleep since we got on the plane, each of us taking turns selecting a movie to play while we share a pair of headphones.
“Flight attendants, prepare for landing,” a voice says overthe intercom as the lights in the plane turn on.
Harper sits up, stretching, before putting her head back on my shoulder.
“I don’t wanna go home,” she mumbles, her voice still thick with sleep.
I laugh. “Iceland was nice,” I agree.
She buries her face into my shoulder, glancing up at me, peeking through her eyelashes. I’m tempted to pull her face to me right here in the middle of the airplane and kiss her, forgetting about the dozens of people surrounding us.
“Yeah, but this is nicer than Iceland,” she says, giving me a seductive smile.
I could get used to the dating version of Harper.
Too soon, we have to get off the plane and go back to our reality. My worry that the little love spell we’re under will be broken when we get home is eased when Harper grabs my hand as we walk through the airport, never letting any physical distance separate us.
“I told Ava where to pick us up,” Harper says, putting her phone in her pocket after calling her roommate.
“Sounds good,” I say.
We make our way to baggage claim and wait at the carousel. My hand only leaves hers when we find our luggage rotating across the conveyer belt.
It’s nearly eleven p.m. by the time we each have our bags and make our way out into the pickup area. There are dozens of cars coming and going, and Harper leads the way. I hang back a couple steps with my own suitcase.
She shoots a hand up in the air, flagging down Ava.
“Come on,” she says, grasping my hand again and pulling me toward a silver Honda Civic. I know we’re at the right car when Ava steps out of the driver’s side, her mouth unabashedly wide open, staring at us hand in hand.
“I knew it!” she says, pointing to our linked hands.
I glance over at Harper, who’s rolling her eyes.
“Okay, go ahead. Lay it on me.” She lets go of my hand so she can put hers up in surrender.
“I told you so!” Ava says to Harper before turning to me. “What did you have to do to get it through to her that she had feelings for you?”
I raise an eyebrow to Harper, but she just blushes. So maybe Harper had feelings for me longer than I thought. I laugh a little to myself, wondering how much time we wasted away from each other.
“It’s a long story,” I tell Ava.
She shakes her head but doesn’t seem surprised by my answer. “The girl doesn’t know what’s best for her.”
She moves to take Harper’s suitcase and put it in the trunk while I do the same with my own bag.
“Yes, I know. Silly me for not seeing what was right in front of my face.” Harper gives me a smile.
I open the door to the passenger seat for Harper and give her a quick kiss before she sits down.
