It didn’t actually seem to take too long for us to get there. I was just thankful that my heels weren’t half as high as Dee’s were. If they had been, Harper would have been carrying the pair of us. As we approached our apartment building, I ran ahead to enter the code to get us in the main doors. Standing to one side, I let Harper pass with Dee snoring softly in his arms. He rolled his eyes at me and I pressed the button to call the elevator. We waited in silence, only the snores of the drunken state in his arms pierced the night. Entering the apartment, Harper took Dee straight into his bedroom and placed her on his bed. He joined me in the kitchen less than thirty seconds after me. “Is she okay?” I asked him as I helped myself to a glass of milk. The kitchen was spotless, with every surface gleaming. Harper could be a bit of a neat freak when he wanted and had put himself in charge of all cleaning duties in the apartment when we first moved in together.
