Phoebe's POV
Harold's definitely pulling this stunt on purpose! The thought strikes me in a wave of panic as I fight the urge to steal glances at him. Heat floods my cheeks, the blush spreading down my throat. This man's cunning as a fox. It's the dead of night—why isn't he asleep? Who's he planning to tempt at this ungodly hour?
Terrified I might act on impulses I'd later regret with such a gorgeous man mere feet away, I slip out my phone, slide on my headphones, and queue up a meditation playlist on loop.
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Harold's POV
Even while lying down, I noticed every subtle movement she had just made. She's still young, after all. It's only natural her heart's a little unsteady at that age, I thought.
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Phoebe's POV
A while passes before I remove my headphones.
The meditation worked like a charm—my thoughts are crystal clear, my resolve steel-strong. No way anyone's good looks could affect me now.
"Phoebe?" Harold's voice cuts through the silence.
