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Chapter 45

Starstruck from just one glance
Edging closer scared to advance
Your hand, my hand lets touch
I'm afraid that I've said too much

– 4am, More

. . . .

With my eyes closed, the soft touch of Harry's fingertips run a light trail up my thighs and to my stomach. The fresh-scented sheets are warm against my skin that's absent of his comforting touch. Adding onto his fingertips, his pink lips trace the outskirts of mine before finally settling where I want them.

"I want to go slow tonight," he halts all movements of his, and instead holds onto my gaze. "Is that okay with you? I don't want to go too hard on you after everything-"

"Harry, stop. Yes, it stings that she would do that to me, but after I thought about everything, I don't even need her. You're my best friend."

I'd be lying if I said that put a little smile on his face. It was wider than any ocean and more beautiful than any sunset created. He's beyond perfection and nothing any less. Yes, Annie was my best friend—was. She's not anymore, and I don't even need her. Why should I love those who don't return my love? Friendship is a two-way street, and she just didn't want to take that road.

"Other than Harris, of course," I add in.

His jaw goes slack and his grip on my hip has firmed. His eyes are narrowed into light anger, but that quickly subsides into the expression of seduction.

"I'm trying really hard not to get annoyed right now because I know that he's only your friend, but I trust you."

"Thank you," I tell him and push a few curls behind his ear. "and you have nothing to worry about. I love him, but only as a friend. I love you with all of my heart."

Instead of responding with words, he uses his lips on mine again and his fingers rub against me in the most sensual and pleasurable way possible. Unable to figure out what to do with my hands, I put them on his thighs due to his head being quite the distance for my shorter arms. He notices my frustration and removes his hand to wrap it around mine, bringing it up to his lips to press the softest, most gentle kiss I've ever had in my life.

"I love you."

"I love you more, Har," I cling to his panting, sweat-glazed body, and brush his hair away from his flawless face. I feel his skin tighten with goosebumps when I whisper against his ear. "I want to be on top tonight."

He stares at me for a few seconds and asks if I'm sure since I've only done this position once or twice. So, instead of playing Twenty Questions with him, I push him on his side and crawl on top of him.

Taking him into my palm, I glide my hand over the rigid skin and watch in amusement as his eyes screw shut in one hundred percent euphoric bliss. After putting on a condom, I slide my fist down to the base and lift my hips to slide down onto him.

"Oh, Jesus Christ, this feels good," he whispers and with shaky hands, he lifts his hands up to my breasts and kneads them slowly. They then drop to my waist and help guide my hips forwards.

"It hurts a little," I wince at the stinging feeling in my abdomen when my hips meet his, taking all of him.

"You need to move, baby."

"Okay," I push myself off of him and slide back down, I repeat this action till I have a steady rhythm going and he's clutching onto the headboard. I can tell he's close to his release when his stomach hollows, the unique tattoos stretching with his flexed skin.

I lean down and suck on the clammy skin on his collarbone, swirling my tongue over each mark that's tingling his pale skin. The farthest down I could go was down to his nipples and that's exactly where I put most of them.