Storm [H.S.]

chapter 18

Something touching my shoulder starts to wake me up. Soft and warm, it moves down my arm.

Harry

For a second I forgot he slept over...last night wasn't a dream. I turn and look over said shoulder, my heart skipping a beat when I find his smiling face in the morning light. His dimples are almost too much to handle this early. He looks so perfect placing another kiss to my shoulder before softly kissing my lips.

"I should go." He whispers against them before giving me another kiss. Of course he doesn't have morning breath. He's perfect.

I hum and lean up to peck him one more time when he pulls away. He chases me back down, capturing my mouth again.

"I can't stop." He groans into the next kiss.

I manage to push him away and sit up, running my fingers through my hair. He's already dressed but he looks so sleepy and happy with his messy hair. How does he look so good at this hour?

"I'll see you at practice." Harry whispers lingering by my door.

We smile at each other as he opens it and leaves. Hopefully no one from the team sees him. Sighing, I fall back on the bed and look over at my alarm clock.

6:04 am

I can't believe he stayed most of the night. The memory of his body holding mine makes me feel warm and the memory of what we did last night makes me feel tingly in certain places. Pushing my face into my pillow, I smile like an idiot. No ones ever made me feel like this.

To share something like that with someone, it's indescribable. I also just feel relieved that I even could. I always thought something was wrong with me. Harry definitely showed me that everything's working just fine.

Sex with Jacob was good, better than with that random guy, but I always felt like something was missing and I'm not talking about my orgasm. It was so much more detached and impersonal than my experience with Harry. I always felt like we were doing it because it was expected, not because I really wanted to.

I want to with Harry more than I want my next breath. I didn't know it could be like that...feel like that. So passionate and consuming. We didn't even have sex but it was the closest I've ever felt to someone. I never thought I'd crave to be so close to another, to want to climb inside him and never leave.

I eventually drift back to sleep with his smell still in my sheets.

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Willow wasn't home when I woke up again and left for class. I guess she went to class early or had to do something before. I can't wait to tell her what happened.

Algebra went by surprisingly fast but that's probably because I was daydreaming about Harry the whole time. I kept trying to focus on what Professor Hayward was saying but after realizing I pretty much knew what he was talking about, I gave up. Harry is much more fun to think about than math.

I grab a chai latte before walking to English and find Eric in the same seat as last week.

"Hey Eric." I take the seat next to him.

"Violet." He smiles. "How was your first week?"

"Really great actually. I'm loving it here."

"Me too." He agrees. "College is so much better than high school."

"Seriously." I pull some things out of my backpack. "Why didn't anyone tell us?"

He laughs as we both watch our professor make a swift entrance.

"So you had a good first week too?" I ask.

"Yeah but honestly I kept thinking about when I'd see again. I had a great time at lunch last week."