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Chapter 102

I'm not afraid to say
That I'd die without him
Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
I need you,
I breathe you,
I'd never leave you
They would rue the day
I was alone without you

— Lana Del Rey, Off to the Races

. . . .

After another long-ass day of building, unpacking, cleaning, and organizing, we've managed to have built all the furniture that we bought and now, it's up to me to buy for and decorate the apartment.

Dad and Bonnie left an hour ago to travel back home. I know Harry was relieved when the door clicked shut and we were left alone. As he's standing at the microwave warming up leftover pizza, he reaches over towards me and pulls me over to him. I'm pushed up against the countertops as he smothers my neck in kisses.

"It's about damn time they left. I think it would have come to the point of plunging myself out of that window if he stayed any longer."

"But you didn't and that's all that matters."

"You know what would be even better?" He asks me, a bright glint in his beautiful eyes. "If I would have just thrown him out of the window."

"Well, he's gone, so you don't need to worry about that."

He bends down slightly and lifts me up by the backs of my thighs. He sets me on the counter, careful not to hit my head against the cabinets. "Do you remember how I always say that one of my dreams is to have sex against large windows?"

"Dreams? You mean sexual fantasies?"

"It's all relative, love."

"Your point?"

"My point is...you have quite large windows, and we're alone—thank God. Don't you think it would be sexy to turn down the lights, light a candle or two, turn on some mood music...and fuck?"

"You drive one good bargain, but I just moved in here, and I'd rather not be labeled as the hypersexual girl on the tenth floor."

"As you said, we're all the way up on the tenth floor. I strongly doubt anyone will be able to see us from the street if the lights are out. Please? I want this to be romantic for us."

I stare him down, and he does the same, his eyebrow cocked and the faintest smirk on his lips. "Fine, but after dinner—and when it's dark."

"You're going to make me sit through dinner and a movie thinking about this?" He keeps his hands on my waist as I slide off the countertop.

"You know, you say that I get whatever I want, but as soon as you start whining and moping around, you become irresistible."

The microwave beeps with our small stack of pizza on a plate. I remove my pieces to put on my own plate then grab my glass. However, he follows my lead and sits down on the couch with me after he carries in his own food.

"I guess that means we're meant to be. We both get what we want," he says. He puts his arm around me and props his feet up.

"You'd be right on that."

I'm purposefully slow to finish my food. The movie isn't even over yet, and the sun is going down quickly. Throughout dinner, he doesn't think I notice him biting his lip and sneakily glancing at me. I know what he wants, but I want to make him wait just to mess with him.

"Is it hot in here?" He pulls his shirt over his head and hangs it on the armrest of the couch.

"I'm fine."

"No, it's pretty muggy in here."

Next to be taken off are his shorts which are kicked off to the side.