"I can make you feel so good, Delilah." He whispers in my ear and his teeth nibbling on my earlobe sends a shiver through me. I get tingles all over my skin.
"That's the problem, I can't trust this Harry, cause if it seems too good to be true, it us...
I woke up feeling super happy today. For once Harry and I went to bed, not furious at each other. We're actually on really good terms. I've had this tickling feeling in my stomach ever since last night, and I am a little nervous about today, but for the most part, I'm excited. Things are so good between us right now, and I'm just scared we're going to mess it up and start fighting again.
After my shower, I went back to my room to get dressed. I put on a bikini with a white t-shirt and jean shorts over it. I accessorize with a shell necklace, a few bracelets, and my yellow sunglasses. I grab sunscreen and my towel and I shove them into my bag. I spin around once more in the mirror and then I head downstairs.
Leaning against the wall by the elevator is Harry, black sunglasses already on his face, even though we're still indoors. He isn't wearing a shirt so his chest is exposed again. I study his muscles and his tattoos and the way his skin is glistening a little bit like he has oil of some kind on, but surprisingly this isn't what catches my attention. What catches my attention is lower down.
He is wearing a pair of the most obnoxious swimshorts I've ever seen. They are bright yellow, and they look like they just might be a size too small. I bite my lip slightly trying to hold back my smile as I descend the stairs.
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"You're late." He turns his head in my direction.
"Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?" I ask, smirking at him.
He moves his sunglasses down and lowers his head a little so our eyes lock. "Someone's feeling frisky this morning." His tone is warning, yet playful.
"I'm sorry Harry, but your intimidation tricks don't work when you're dressed like that."
He looks down at his pants and throws his hands up in the air. "You don't like my trunks?"
I walk closer to him, inhaling his hypnotizing scent. "I love them," I whisper and then I walk past him into the elevator.
We walk a couple of blocks down, making our way to the beach. He bickers with me over why coffee is so much better than tea. He argues and gives me hundreds of opposing facts when I tell him that smoking is going to kill him, and he just squabbles with me about any and every topic.
"Okay, so where are we going?" I ask interrupting him mid-sentence while he is explaining to me how my meat consumption is causing global warming.
He glares back at me with disgust, due to my disinterest in his preach. "To the beach, obviously." That shut him off, so he's clearly pissed at me now.
"Come on Harry, I'm sorry I don't care as much about climate change as you do. I'll skip out on meat today if you will too." I suggest, trying to keep the peace.
"I'm vegetarian." He doesn't even look at me.
"Oh..." I'm surprised at this, I didn't expect it from him. He just looks out ahead of him, not noticing me anymore. "... I'm sorry okay, please don't be mad."
