Over Again

Chapter Ten

Living with someone, especially a boy, proved a little more difficult than I thought. I began noticing small habits Harry did that I probably never would have noticed if I we hadn’t moved in together. Like how he’d put empty containers back into the fridge or cupboard, or how he always forgets to rinse the hairs out of the sink after shaving. It’s been three months since I begun attending culinary school and my stress levels are high due to exams, we were bound to get onto each other’s nerves at some point.

“Harry!!!!” I shouted from the kitchen. His face appeared at the doorway within seconds. “What the fuck?” I held up an empty bottle of milk.

“What?” He looked back and forth between the bottle and me.

“How am I supposed to eat my cereal?” I stated, a tone of annoyance clear in my voice.

“Why are you eating cereal in the middle of the afternoon?” Harry asked as if it was a new thing for me to do. I glared at him. “What have I done now?” He asked.

“Ughhhhh!” I rolled my eyes and pitched the bottle at Harry, expecting him to catch it. But just as I looked away, I heard the glass shattering all over the kitchen tiles and I felt tiny shards of it bounce off my legs.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!” Harry thundered. I frowned at him, too stubborn to apologize. He exhaled and began to pace the length of the kitchen, avoiding the broken glass. “We’re still getting used to being around each other 24/7. It’s fine.” Harry mumbled to himself as he ran his hands frustratingly through his hair.

He stopped sharply in his tracks and we just stared at each other for a moment. His eyes were dark. I could feel them burning into me. Then without a word we took two strides towards each other, Harry wrapping his arms tightly around me, pulling me into him as closely as possible. I jumped up and I felt his hold around me strengthen to support my weight as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Harry’s tongue traced the inside of my mouth, my arms fastened around his neck. I felt him take a step towards the bench top and he seated me on the edge of it. One of my hands founds its way down to Harry’s bottom half. I rubbed over his crotch, feeling the bulge grow causing me to smile into his mouth. Our lips finally parted for a moment, only so we could undress each other. I hadn’t worn a bra the whole weekend, so I was left in only a pair of lace bottoms. On the other hand, Harry had been going commando under his tracksuit pants the entire day. He laid me down across the bench top, the cold marble causing my back to arch a little. I felt exposed in a whole new way; the thrill of someone with a spare key to our apartment (which most of our close friends had) walking in on us excited me. Harry crawled on top of me, knocking over the cereal box causing it to topple to the floor. He began giving me lots of little pecks all over my face and down to my chest. I felt his smile with each soft kiss. I giggled as he pressed a slobbery kiss just above the flimsy material of my underwear, causing him to moan at the sound of my laughter. He repeated the same action, this time I could feel the tip of his tongue grazing smoothly along the spot he kissed; he knew full well that that was my ticklish spot. Afraid of coming too soon, I tugged on his hair so he would stop teasing. He had a devilish smirk as I stared intently into his dark green eyes.

I pressed my fingers down on the back of his neck and whispered seductively into his ear, “Enough foreplay big boy, just give it to me.” I licked the end of his jawline just underneath his ear, causing Harry’s arms to go weak. He hastily removed my underwear.