Unexpected

13. Harry

I don't know what it is, but this girl manages to make me lose my mind. We're not doing anything — not yet — but the fact that we probably shouldn't even just talk to each other makes everything more desirable, more exciting. Perhaps it is precisely the 'forbidden' things that attract the most. I don't have a real reason why I shouldn't be dating her, but she does. I hurt her best friend and I know well what the best friend code says. But, honestly? I don't give a fuck right now.

All I know now is that her breath on my face is warm and smells like beer. Her lips are still moistened with the drink, rosy and inviting.

We look into the eyes and I am curious about the way in which we manage to stare at each other's souls. In her blue eyes of her I see the passion for what she does, but also the pain. I have no idea what she sees in mine.

Unexpectedly, she is the one kissing me this time. She savors my lips greedily; I bet they taste like beer, just like hers.

My tongue goes desperately in search of hers, and when she finds it they begin to follow each other's movements. And that's how I end up panting between kisses with my hands on her hips, she ends up rubbing on me.

She puts her hands under my sweatshirt. She touches my abs gently. "Harry..."

Jesus Christ. She has to really hate me to make these moans...

I take the hem of her red sweatshirt and start to lift it. I look into her eyes, as if to seek her consent. She nods and when she does, I immediately pull it off from above.

My eyes fill with lust as soon as I see the Victoria's Secret black lace bra.

I take her from under her thighs and she wraps her legs around my waist, until I make her lie down on the sofa. I take off her sweatshirt and lean on her elbows so as not to put weight on her while I kiss her neck, her collarbones, her whole body; she is breathing heavily.

Her hips go up involuntarily because she needs more, but she tries to stay still and stop me too. "Harry, I can't." She makes me move and gets up to put on her sweatshirt that has fallen to the ground.

I sit on the sofa, my hands in my pockets and look down. Fuck, it's the second time she's turns me down like this. I don't even know why I keep trying.

"I already told you I don't want to be one of the many," she points out.

"You're not," I burst out, annoyed, but I really mean it.

She is different. She is not one of those who are easily won; she's complicated, difficult, and I really think these are some of the things that attract me the most about her.

She sits down in the chair, snorting. "Prove it to me then."

I run a hand through my hair and bring it back. "It's not easy. Then, why should I?"

"Look, I don't even know why we're having this discussion, forget it," she says, shaking her head. "Please, see you at rehearsals?" She is practically asking me to leave.

"Alright then." I get up. "I'll go to the bathroom for a moment and go. Where is it?" I ask her.

I rinse my face. I stare in front of the mirror while drops of water fall from my chin.

I don't even know why I'm here. Since that night I haven't been able to get it out of my head. In the last few days I've done nothing but think about her. I hate that she told Jade that she was with Daniel, that bastard; he only has bad intentions. She could very well have told her that she had been at my house, without specifying that she had slept with me. I would've tolerated everything, but not the fact that she said she was with someone else.

And why does it bother me? It's just physical attraction between us, isn't it?

Suddenly the door opens.

"Helen, what—"

She puts her hand over my mouth. "She's here," she says in a very low voice.

"Who?" I in turn say in a low voice.

"J. But she's going out again, we have rehearsal soon," she whispers.

She sits on the cabinet where the sink is built in, I'm leaning against the frozen tiles, and we silently wait for Jade to leave the house.

Helen says something, but she speaks too softly and I can't understand her. I approach her and in my ear she whispers, "Why are you here?"

"We needed to talk," I say, but it was just an excuse.

"You only asked me one question and that would be talking?"

"I came here for—"

"Did you want to try to fuck me?"

"Oh my God, no!" I exclaim slightly louder, and Helen scolds me.

"And so why?" she insists.

I sigh. "I just wanted to see you." And this is the truth.

She is silent for a few seconds, and— shit, I'm looking at her lips again, which curl into a faint smile, and our faces are inches apart again.

"To see me?" she says after me, alternating her gaze between my lips and my eyes too.

I nod. "Yes, Helen," I say in a sigh on her lips.

"It's not your thing." She looks me in the eyes and licks her lips.

I smile. "What do you know? I'm full of surprises."

She smiles back, puts her hands behind my neck and, finally, she kisses me again. Now with sweetness, delicacy. Seconds later her tongue is in my mouth.

I think I'm addicted to this girl.

We keep kissing until we're both out of breath.

Suddenly she takes me by the wrist and places my hand between her thighs. Oh shit.

I look into her eyes. "Just tell me what you want," I say softly anyway.

"You already know." She hesitates a second. "Jade..."

I kiss her, then I look at her and smile at her. "You'll be quiet."