Harrison’s POV
Stepping inside of Eden’s room, I try to gauge what the woman is thinking. She doesn’t come off overly hostile, but there is also no attempt to touch me in any way and no sign of the smile that I’ve grown used to seeing.
She waves a hand toward her bed and I do as instructed, taking a seat, hoping she’ll sit next to me, but she doesn’t. Instead she pulls out the chair from in front of her vanity and places it in front of me, taking a seat before meeting my gaze.
‘I do not appreciate you treating me like a child’ she informs me sternly. ‘I am nearly twenty years old, I can make my own decisions about my life. You were out of line and though I accept your apology, I will not tolerate it happening again.’
I nod dumbly, keeping my mouth shut, my fingers gripping onto the bla
