Storm [H.S.]

chapter 20

"What are you doing?" I ask Harry from the hood of his car as he rummages around the backseat.

"Ah ha." He calls out. "Found it."

He shuts the door and walks back around to the front carrying a blue towel and sweatpants. He throws the sweats over his shoulder before stepping between my legs.

"To clean you up." He whispers against my cheek before kissing it.

With the skirt still around my waist, he slides my underwear down my legs and pockets them.

"Do I even want to ask where that towels been?" I motion to it in his hand.

"It's clean." He smiles. "I keep it in there in case it rains or something. Why? You think I do this a lot?"

I stare at him not knowing what to say. I wouldn't be surprised if he does. His experience intimidates me.

"Trust me." He whispers rubbing my thighs. "I don't fuck in my car. Or I didn't." He corrects himself. "We're definitely gonna do that."

I can't stop my smile as his mouth finds mine. He softly brushes our lips together before spreading my legs and wiping me with the towel. The act almost feels more intimate than what we just did. No ones ever taken care of me like this after sex.

Then he fixes my skirt and lifts me off the car. I look at his thigh tattoos as he pushes his jeans down but my attention quickly shifts when his boxers follow. His soft dick still looks impressive laying against his thigh. I stare in disbelief that it actually came in his pants because of me. He uses the same towel to wipe his leg before putting on the sweatpants.

Grabbing my hand, Harry walks us to the edge of the over hang. "Sit."

I sit down, my legs hanging off the edge, as he sits behind me. I'm enclosed in his legs with my back flush against him and I've never felt more safe. He wraps his arms around me and I hold on tight.

"This place." I whisper into the city.

"Makes you feel small." I can feel his voice against my back. "Insignificant. That's why I love to come out here, to look at it all at once. Helps me remember it's just a place."

His words are so simple yet heavy. I want to know everything going on inside his head. I want to hear his beautiful thoughts.

"It's just a place." I repeat his words into the night and snuggle back against him. "Honestly even the smallest of towns can make you feel small...mine did."

"Tell me about it." His right arm lets me go to reach into his jacket pocket. "Growing up in Georgia."

I smile thinking about my childhood with my mom. Even though my time there ended badly, it doesn't erase all of the good memories I have.

"Magical." I close my eyes and can see my mom making dinner in the kitchen window while I made up dances on our back porch. Eating caramel apples together on the ferris wheel at our town's harvest festival. "I loved it there when I was a kid. I thought it was the best place on earth."

Harry pulls out a pack of cigarettes and uses his other hand to bring one to his mouth, passing over my face. He holds me again with his left arm as he puts the pack back in his pocket and re-emerges with a lighter.

I hear the lighter spark up before smoke is blown into the air in front of us. I've never liked the smell of cigarettes before but I'm learning there's nothing about Harry I don't like.

"Loved. Thought." His deep voice vibrates against me. "Sounds like it wasn't the best place on earth after all."

"Yeah." I sigh. "Turns out magic only exists when you're a kid."