Eden’s POV
Seeing Harrison again the next morning is awkward, and he studiously ignores me, moving around the kitchen as I rock back and forth on my heels, waiting for him to finish making his coffee so I can grab something to eat.
After seeing the nasty bruise that has come up on my throat, I’ve carefully wound a light scarf around my neck to cover it, not wanting anyone to see and ask questions. I know Harrison didn’t mean to do it, he thought I was an intruder and went into defensive mode. I could see the horror and guilt in his eyes as he stared at me after he turned the lights on.
When he moves out of the way, shoulders tensed as though he’s waiting for me to lash out at him, I inch around him, reaching up into the cupboard for some cereal. My shirt rides up as I stretch, and I can
