Harper Walton’s POV

The morning sun hits differently when you wake up knowing you are maybe, possibly, going on a date.

I didn’t even say yes yet. Not officially. But Colton had asked again—this time not in front of people, not trying to be cool or cocky. He was just… himself. Soft-spoken. Eyes a little too earnest. And that was somehow more annoying than any arrogant smirk he’d ever worn.

“Come on, Harper,” he’d said that morning ...