STRIP

46.

Clementine Adams

It's almost laughable that our waiter, whatever his name was, even gave me a second glance. I'd like to say I was flattered but nothing will ever compare to Harry's eyes watching my every movement. I don't think anyone will ever be able to make me feel as good as he does and I honestly don't care to even find out. 

Our waiter barely came back to the table after the first course, and when he did it was just to drop off the other courses. Harry and I probably could have just shared a meal honestly. With how much food we were given, neither of us was able to finish our plates after the second course. 

Because Harry seemed to not think we had caused enough of a scene in the restaurant, when we finally got up to leave he picked up me, carrying me bridal style past all the table. If people weren't looking at us before, they definitely were then. I liked it having people see us so happy, knowing we were genuinely madly in love, I liked showing him off. 

It's very interesting to see the way other couples act in restaurants, either they change their relationship for the public eye or they regularly don't touch each other or smile at each other. I don't think there was a single moment Harry and I were sitting down that we weren't touching in some way, trying to get as close as possible to each other. By the end of the meal, I was practically sat in his lap still trying to get closer to him. 

Growing up seeing my parents so deeply in love definitely helped me realize that I don't need to turn off my attraction and need for him for other people's sake. If they don't want to see us kissing, or wrapping our arms around each other, or laughing, they can look away. 

It's funny thinking about how I feel about this relationship compared to previous ones. It was mainly hook-ups but, even with those I never wanted to do the PDA thing, if people approached me bars, trying to dance or touch me, I'd pull away, waiting until we were behind closed doors to even think about being near someone else. I don't think I'd have the willpower to pull away from Harry in any setting. 

"We still need to change, lovie," Harry points out as we pull into the parking lot of the movie theater. 

I look at the clock on the radio, seeing it's seven-ten pm. Perfect. 

"Park in the back," I tell him as he's circling the lot, looking for a parking spot. 

"Are you trying to seduce me again, baby?" He laughs but follows my requests and starts driving towards the back of the lot where I hope it's only employees parked. 

"We both know I don't need to try to seduce you," I point out, raising my eyebrows and smirking at him. 

"Very true, but we have like fifteen minutes," he mentions, pointing to the time. 

"Testing my abilities, I see," I grin, unbuckling my seat belt as he quickly undoes his as well. We're both needy for this, even with him touching me in the restaurant I still need him, I don't know if my ache for him will ever cease to exist. 

I quickly reach over, not trying to waste time as I grab the button of his pants and the zipper, undoing both of them. He quickly lifts his hips for me, assisting in moving his pants down just enough and pulling him out of his boxers. 

Already hard. 

"My poor baby, you were hard at the restaurant too, have you just been craving relief?" I look up at him as he stares at me. 

"I've been hard since I saw you in that dress," he smirks, grabbing my chin and pulling my lips into his. I slowly start stroking him, a moan immediately slipping past his lips. "Good news, I won't last long," he lightly chuckles against my lips.