I look over my shoulder at her.

“Why do you say that?” I ask, dropping my notebook and pencil to give her my full attention.

“All you’ve been doing is smiling and laughing! At least since I’ve known you,” Harmony explains, attempting to bury her smile in her own shoulder.

_Yeah, because I’ve known _you_. _I attempt to bite back, but the words don’t make it out alive.

“What’s up, Pax?” Harmony asks, her voice gentle as she shifts closer to me.

_Not the perfume._ I hold my breath as her manicured hand loops around my shoulder.

“No— Nothing, Har. Just trying to think of something to write about…”

“Oooh! Like a prompt?”

As I nod my head, she leans even closer to see what I have already written.

“You’re writing a romance?” Harmony asks skeptically, but she seems ecstatic. “Can I help?”

A grin spreads across my face.

“Do you have any ideas?”

“Yeah!”

——————

We sat there for an hour, coming up with characters and a story line.

But, what I’m sure Harmony didn’t notice was how “utterly besotted” I was with her—

I _am_ with her.

And when she gives me a hug after we’re done, I swear I won’t make it the five steps back to my porch alive.

Harmony pulls away, a look in her brown eyes I can’t describe.

“Pax?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

I grin a little, some butterflies starting a war in my stomach.

“If you want to.”