DOMINIC
The last person I expected to see was the reason for my sleeplessness and obsession, standing before me, looking like a cat left in the rain. Her huge green eyes were filled with tears, gliding down her cheeks.
"Please, don't send me away," she whispered in a shaky voice.
I opened my mouth to assure her, but she stumbled forward, catching me off guard. She hit my chest and began to slide downward, and I clutched her waist to prevent that.
"Harper?" I murmured, staring at her pale face and closed eyes. Her lips parted, but no words came out.
"Harper?!" I tried again, shaking her. However, she was unresponsive, and her head lolled.
Fuck. Did she just faint on me? I shut the door behind me as I moved her inside, laying her on the sofa—drenched and all.
I only cared about her well-being, not the condition of her clothes. I stared at her still form for a few seconds, wondering what to do with her. I had never had someone collapse before me. No, they do. Women. Lots of them.
