CIARA
Harriet was standing at my bedroom door, and she was pissed as hell.
I had never seen her this mad, especially not at me. But my stomach flipped nervously at the sight of the woman standing before me, and I belatedly realised that I do not want to have to deal with the angry version of my best friend.
Never.
Guess that was too late now.
Awkwardly, I climbed down from Noah's body, trying to adjust my robe without drawing attention to the fact that I was just on top of her brother less than ten seconds ago.
""Hey, Hari," I called out sheepishly. My best friend stalked towards me, the anger radiating from her enough to blow me off my feet.
"How dare you, Ciara? How fucking dare you?" she snapped.
"I don't...I am sorry about whatever you're angry about, but you need to work with me here. What are you talking about?" I asked, a little bit confused as to what I dared to do to her.