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Something leads me to believe that Harper is an actual woodland fairy.
“This is my Harper.�
“It’s a poker chip, from casino night at the Surfbreak,� I explain, awkwardly scratching at the back of my neck. “I found it wedged between the slats on the pier. There’s a—� “Seagull on the back,� she cuts me off, smiling wide, eyes crinkling at the corners as she flips it over.
“You know, I’ve always known what it was like to be needed by someone, from my parents to my siblings to my one hundred and eighteen fucking teammates. Being needed feels endless. Until I met you, I never knew what it was like to be the one in need,� he says, the corners of his lips hinting at a smile. “And I do need you, so fucking badly.�
