Cover Your Tracks [HS][2014 VERSION]

33. Collide

"The dawn is breaking, a light shining through. You're barely waking and I'm tangled up in you . . ."

The first thing I see as I wake are green eyes. They are focused solely on my face, scanning over it as I sleepily wipe at my eyes. My eyes adjust to the newfound light to see a smirk stretch across Harry's face. His hair is a wild mass of curls atop his head, a few tendrils falling down into his eyes. "Good morning," he rasps. The rough tone of his voice sends chills running down my spine. "Did you sleep well?"

He strains his neck forward to press his lips to my neck. They linger there, pressed just below my jaw. His cold mouth contrasts greatly against my hot skin and I shudder at the sensation. He chuckles and shifts his legs, the hair on them tickling mine. It is then that I realize that I only have underwear covering my lower half. Images from last night come back in a flash and I blush uncontrollably. Harry retracts his lips from my neck, raising his head to look at me as he awaits an answer.

"Yes, thank you," I whisper in embarrassment. Suddenly, a massive grin spreads across Harry's face. My face falls until I realize that he had taken my words as appreciation for the events that occurred last night. I playfully slap at his chest and his smile widens as I do so. Wishing to sink into the mattress and disappear, I let my head fall to hide my face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh, you're very much welcome," he says, his voice low and seductive. His gravelly morning voice does things to my body that even I don't understand.

"Harry," I whine, raising my head. The sun reflects in his dark green eyes as he looks down at me, bringing to light colors I had never noticed before. Specks of yellow, gray and blue all come together to form the iridescent green hue I have become so accustomed to.

"Hmm?" he hums while leaning forward. My eyes fall down to his pouted lips and I react by placing my hand on his naked chest, preventing him from coming any closer. His eyebrows furrow together as he frowns. "What?"

"I have morning breath."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Lyza, I was inside of you last night. Do you honestly think I give a fuck?" His language does nothing to help the heat burning into my cheeks as he grabs the hand I hold between us. His large, warm palm engulfs my hand and slowly retracts it from his chest. He uses his other one to cup my face, his thumb rubbing along my cheekbone as his fingers wrap themselves around my neck. My breath hitches in my throat as his mouth meets mine, our breath becoming trapped between us.

There are no words in the human language that can describe the effect he has on me. As our mouths move together, I can't tell where my lips end and his begin. Electricity pulses through my veins as I work endlessly to keep up with him, but even the adrenaline isn't enough to feed my hungry lungs. I need air.

All of the signs of an asthma attack are there, my throat and insides burning, but for some odd reason, I keep going. My lungs feel as though they're about to collapse but Harry's touch distracts me from the pain. The pleasure I receive from kissing him is far too great to stop. I don't, not even when my body screams at me to break away, to put some distance between us so that I can breathe.

I uncontrollably gasp into Harry's mouth. The sound produced is inhuman, almost guttural. It's not long after before his lips still, and it is then that I realize how cold they feel against my own.

Hands place themselves on my shoulders and push me back. All at once, Harry and I disconnect and the pleasure I had felt quickly subsides into nothing but pain. The absence of oxygen in my lungs is evident, my lungs feeling as though they are burning with their need for air.

Harry's eyes are wide as he looks down at me, unsure of what to do. He appears to have been overtaken by the shock my sudden episode had caused within him. But then he seems to kick into gear, shaking his head as if to clear his conscience.