salvia. [h.s. AU]

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Maria Eduarda

"No, you're ruining it!" I giggle, trying to reach the bowl on Harry's hands.

"I'm not!" He raises his hands, keeping it away from me.

"You're too tall, it's not fair!" I complain, looking around as I try to find something to throw at him, but there's nothing I can use without actually hurting him, which is not the plan.

Well, I didn't want to, but I'll have to appeal to the coup de grace, reaching for his armpits and tickling the hell out of it.

"Not fair, not fair!" Harry bellows, trying to run away from me, but I keep glued to him like the scabies, and when he finally pulls his arms down, I take the bowl from his hands, looking down to what's supposed to be the icing for the cake we just baked.

"Oh, you ruined it!! Look, it's all curdled." I giggle, unable to stay serious.

"If someone ruined it, it was you!" Harry points out, getting closer to me again and looking at the bowl. "You're a terrible teacher."

"What?!" My voice comes out all high pitched, grabbing the fouet over the sink and trying to save the icing, but the yogurt is too curdled at this point. "Look at this" I giggle, showing him the inside of the bowl.

"Let me see something..." He steps closer to me, looking down at the bowl with a concentrated gaze.

"See how there are blobs now? That means it's--" I'm cut mid-sentence by Harry shoving his hand on the icing and then bringing the gooey up and smearing it all over nose. "Oh, no, you didn't!" I squeal, mimicking his actions and smearing it on his hair.

"On the hair? That's a low blow!" Harry chuckles loudly, reaching for the bowl again, but I won't wait to see his revenge, turning on the heels of my bare feet and running away from the kitchen.

I'm laughing loudly as I step into the garden and run, the warm grass crushing under my feet, my white summer dress dancing around my legs. Harry comes right after me, calling my name on a sing-song voice. It's Saturday morning and we've spent the last two hours baking a carrot cake that went terribly wrong.

I scream, giggling, when I feel both his hands grabbing my shoulders and smearing more icing on my arms and chest, the cold touch feeling nice against my burning hot skin. His hands go down to my waist and he spins me so I'm facing him, smashing his lips against mine on a passionate kiss.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I part my lips so our tongues can meet, panting into the kiss as he pulls my body closer to his. We're both sweaty from running around under the hot Miami sun, our skins sticky, covered in ruined icing and flour, but none of that matters as our kiss progresses frantically.

Harry presses his body against mine, making me start to walk backwards. I don't know where he's driving me to, but I let him, too lost on his lips to care. He grunts into the kiss, his hands traveling from my waist to my lower back, then down to my butt.

I feel like we're levitating from the ground, our bodies ascending to the sky in perfect synchrony for a split second, and then we're falling in the cold water.

It takes me a moment to realize Harry just threw us in the pool, his lips never leaving mine as we got to the bottom and he bends his legs, propelling us up to the surface again and only then we break from the kiss, panting as we try to recover our breathes.

My dress waves around my body like a soft, sunflower-y cloud, while Harry's white t-shirt is glued to the skin of his chest, now completely see-through, outlining every detail of his tattoos. He looks down at me, his eyes sparkling, incredibly green under the clear, sunny sky, the most beautiful smile playing on his lips, the dimples that sinks on his cheeks giving him a boyish aura that makes my heart beat faster in my chest.