Luna Harper was not consistent. She wasn’t the best person to be dating and you were quickly finding that out. It was frustrating at times, but you didn’t have the heart to break things off with her.

When things were good, they were great. Blissful and otherwise perfect. However, Luna could go days without reaching out to talk to you. Then, finally, when she did call you back, she was making you laugh and giggle. It was really push-pull.

You had no idea where you even stood with her and you were one hundred percent sure that she was never gonna let you know. You’d even shared a bed on a couple occasions, but it did her no good. It was just annoyingly good and didn’t help her decide anything.

Luna decided that she was gonna come over to your apartment tonight. No warning, no texts, no call. She just showed up, knocked on your door, and smiled at you sweetly when you answered.

“Hey,” she greeted casually, hands folded behind her back.