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Iris

Do promises really last forever? Do the people we believed to trust, break what we held so close to our hearts. Not in my book, I learnt that trust is earned not gained. 

That was my first mistake. Trusting. 

That morning I woke up warm, and comfortable. I was locked in a tight hold, exclusively mobile. One of his arms was tightly wrapped around my lower back, while the other hung just above my head. I remember falling asleep on top of him last night, at least now we were next to each other. 

His small breaths heated up my exposed neck as it gave me butterflies as the hot air travelled around my neck. His scent filling my nose until all I could smell was burnt cedarwood and vanilla. I didn't want to move otherwise I would be caught staring at his morning glow. I trapped my eyes shut as I heard him utter a small groan. I furrowed my brows when I felt him pull me in closer, closing the space between our bodies. 

His chest met with my back, as his hair trickled my neck causing me to jolt slightly. I felt his hand that wrapped around my hips squeeze themselves together before I jolted again, this time at the noise of his morning voice. 

"Did I scare you?" and god was it a good one. His morning voice was husky and hoarse, but not like usual. His voice was rough and not as crisp, his thick accent was more clear in the morning. I could hear the tiredness in his voice and how it beckoned for dismissal. 

"I was already awake. So, no." I stated before unlatching his arm from my waist, not daring to look back at him. I didn't want him to be satisfied, I didn't want him to catch me in a woozy stare. I feared the sight of his dark under eyes and swollen lips would make me weak.

"Oh, so was I. You talk in your sleep, or when your awake you think out loud," he said and I couldn't help but turn around. Big mistake. His curls bounced around as they perfectly shaped his frame. My eyes caught his bare chest, revealing once more the large moth tattoo and his toned core. His muscles pulsed as he moved to a sit-up, the cot blanket moving just above his hips. I silently prayed there was something underneath. 

"Well, that depends on what you heard," I said folding my arms over my chest.

"Hmm, I heard you utter the words burnt cedarwood?" my throat collapsed and jumped out of my body over and over. "I heard, god I wish this hot man would just take me already." I bite the inside of my cheek and decided I would participate in his little game. I walked back over and sat directly in front of him. I could feel the tension tightened around us. He shifted in his place as I came closer. 

"Hmm, I'm still waiting aren't I? Why are you scared of rejection Mr. Harry" I said as I heard him swallow hard under his breath. I took very careful steps until I decided to reach out and twirl his front curl that thing out from the rest, between my fingertips before letting it go as it bounced right back. He bit his upper lip ever so slightly,  his eyes trailed around until they connected with mine. Piering my soul as he never broke the long-overdue eye contact.

"I will win this game, I have no unholy intentions with you, Miss Iris. I am a pure man, I only go off what ladies such as yourself emit off to me. And from you, I get a deep earning and it's all for me." he said as the tight corners of his mouth pulled up into a sinister grin.  But I wasn't done. 

"What I emit to you? Seems to me it's the other way around. Might I remind you that you followed me, you always make the first move." I said as I turned around and started walking back to get ready to leave, well I tried to at least. Harry gently pulled my chin towards his face with his index and thumb. Our faces once again inches away, it became nearly impossible to avoid eye contact.