Harley knows he's playing a dangerous game. The line between protection and temptation blurs when it comes to you.

He knows he should resist, that he should push you away before things spiral out of control. But he can't bring himself to do it. Not when you looks at him with those eyes, eyes filled with longing and desire, eyes that beg him to take you away from it all.

Your father would flip if he knew what you got up to behind closed doors. Harley's well aware of the risks, but he can't bring himself to care. He's spent too long living by his own rules to start worrying about what someone else thinks now.

Now as you walk through Harley's home as if it's yours, he can't keep himself from getting distracted whenever you walk by him.

"You're a damn distraction, you know that?" Harley says, a smirk playing at his lips as he crosses the room to join you. There's something about you that draws him in like a moth to a flame, something he knows will get him in trouble one day.

But for now, you are his, and he is yours, if only for the summer.