Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 21.

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That kiss it lasted too long
And we probably shouldn't have danced to that song
It was nothing
It was everything
It's really such a shame
It's so hard to explain to you
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Harlow Dean

"Cheating never felt so good." He smirked, tracing his fingers along the bottom of my jaw, tilting my chin upwards so our faces were separated by no more than a few centimetres.

Millions of thoughts are running through my head, too many for me to comprehend the situation. I like the way his soft fingers feel against my jaw, I'm beginning to like that smug little smirk of his and I like the way his green eyes are gazing down into mine in an unspoken staring contest.

The butterflies in my stomach were taking flight after far too long at rest, now they were full of life causing my stomach to do somersaults and have me feeling more nervous than I ever have before.

What is he doing to me?

His other hand creeps up to my face and starting from my jaw, his middle finger draws a slow line up my cheek until it reaches just above my ear and he tucks my hair behind my ear. I felt my hands slowly reaching for his wrists, not pushing them away but holding onto them for no other reason than they didn't know where else to go.

This is a lot, I mean I literally have to stop myself from being sick when one of the strippers hugs me and now I was sitting touching knees with Harry as he held my face.

He doesn't look like an intimidating gang leader covered in bruises right now, he looks vulnerable. I feel vulnerable so maybe that makes two of us.

"Harlow can I kiss you?" He asks quietly, almost a whisper and I felt the breath against my own lips because of the very small distance between us.

Oh my god.

Why am I nodding? Why...what...Why?

"Gonna need to say yes or no sweetheart, and don't say yes because you feel like you have to. I don't want you to..."

So. Much. Talking.

I swear I fell into a daydream because I didn't even listen to the little tangent he went on. When I zoned back in he was still talking, still holding my face while saying something about a book but I couldn't think about anything else right now.

So I did it.

I closed the gap between us by leaning forwards and pressing our lips together. My sudden burst of confidence clearly took Harry by surprise as for a second or two he froze, but just as I felt myself pulling back to make sure I hadn't made a mistake, he pulled my face closer and deepened the kiss.

I think tonight will be the night we finally have to use the clubs defibrillator, I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack.

I think tonight will be the night we finally have to use the clubs defibrillator, I'm gonna have a fucking heart attack.

His lips are soft, they feel like velvet and I found myself unable to pull back from this sweet sensation I never knew I wanted to feel. This kiss was sending sparks through my body, reigniting fireworks I thought went out a long time ago.

I feel alive.

It's just a kiss...just a kiss.

Except it's not. It's fucking heaven and I hate that this feels so good.

The pace begins to decrease and eventually our lips part, as well as our faces however our hands stay in the same place. My chest was rising and falling rapidly and Harry was staring at me whilst silently panting small breaths from his soft lips.