TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 23 //

Delilah Allen

"Why won't you ever show me the pictures?" I ask when we sit down on the sand. Harry hands me my fries and throws one of his own into his mouth.

He stares out at the ocean in front of us before answering me. "Because they're mine."

I shrug and I eat a fry. "Can I ask you something?"

"Knock yourself out." 

I hesitate for a few seconds, debating if it's appropriate for me to ask, but I do anyway. "Have you ever loved someone?"

His gaze stays out on the ocean. I study his perfect side profile as his jaw moves, chewing. "I love my mom."

"Well, like... a girl," I add nervously.

He moves his head in my direction and I meet his green eyes. Hell, he's so beautiful. He looks so soft and innocent right now, all I want to do is graze my hand across his cheek and hold him. "I don't think I'm capable of loving someone in that way."

My stomach drops from his words. "Harry, of course you can," My hand moves to his arm in an effort to comfort him, but as soon as both our eyes drop to the contact, I pull my hand away.

"In order to love someone like that, you'd have to be vulnerable, and being vulnerable just leads to getting hurt." He shoves another fry into his mouth.

I sit up and move myself a few inches closer to him. "Thank you."

"What for?" He looks back at me with a confused gaze.

"For being vulnerable." I smile. Luckily he does the same, and he shakes his head a little.

"Let me taste that." He leans over me and grabs my cocktail, only he stays hovering above me while he drinks from the coconut. His eyes stay on mine as he wraps his lips around the straw, drawing the drink into his mouth. 

"So good." He murmurs and then sneakily places the straw into my mouth. I take a long drag, gawking at him with the most seductive look I can manage. I swallow the sweet liquid, nodding my head and closing my eyes, agreeing with him.

He places it back down next to me, digging his hand down into the sand. His body shifts and suddenly he moves his leg over me. His knees drive down into the sand on either sides of me.

He is now leaning on all fours above me, shirtless. I let out a sigh as I look at his toned upper body. My heartbeat has picked up like it always does when he is this close to me. I feel like it just got 50 degrees hotter than it already is. My eyes find his again and there is a mischievous grin on his face.

"What?" I chuckle nervously.

 "I know you want to kiss me."

My mouth gapes open in shock, but it's quickly closed again my his lips crashing onto mine.

Heaven.

The first thing I taste when his lips touch mine is the sweetness of the coctail. His lips are glazed and soft against mine, his movements gentle at first, caressing me.

That is until my hands wander from his back, up to his head. Once my fingers are gripped with his silky hair, I start tugging at it. I can immediately feel the change in his disposition.

His tongue moves into my mouth, and everyting about it intensifies. He moves his hand to my lifting hip, and shoves it back to the ground, squeezing the skin. I moan into his lips due to the slight pain, I don't mind at all though. My legs beneath him push together due to the pressure and heat buidling inside of me.