Chapter 222

• Harper’s POV
• Warm arms wrap around me, tugging me out of the edge of sleep, and I don’t even need to open my eyes to know it’s Theo. His scent gives him away instantly, it’s all oil and grease and the sharp tang of metal. He smells like he’s been curled up inside a garage for hours, and honestly, he probably has.
• When I blink my eyes open, it’s to find him already watching me. I’d come to his room earlier, crawled under his blanket because I needed to know the second he was home. Not that I got much sleep. I kept waking every half hour thinking I heard the door.