Flutter |h.s|

58

Harry

Fuck, I never thought I would be able to have dinner with someone so hot. It's been so hard not letting my eyes travel. That dress just hugs her body so well. Thank you Holly.

It also doesn't help that I had a more... risqué dream last night about her. I think it was because of how the making out ended and then thinking about how she was just taking a shower in the other room. It was a great dream, but it got cut short by her sitting up in bed in the middle of the night.

I guess she had a nightmare or something.

Unfortunately when I went back to sleep, the dream didn't continue.

I'm not gonna pressure her or anything into sleeping with me. That would just be wrong. I'm more than happy with the making out, even if I get hard and don't even get myself off after.

But back to dinner.

It's been so amazing getting to learn more about Grace. She's such an amazing person. She's so smart and just beautiful. I didn't think it was possible to fall more in love with her after Paris, but here I am, falling harder than ever. If only that Harry knew what he was in for with this girl.

She's gone a little more into her past over dinner. Nothing major, but it's still pretty sad. I'm not looking forward to the day when I have to meet her parents. I know it'll come and she probably won't even be expecting it to happen. It's gonna take everything in me not to punch her father in the face.

I'm going to make sure that she knows just how loved she is every single day. I know it's not gonna be easy, and that she has a lot of deep rooted shit she'll need to sort out, but it's a start. Anything to see her smile.

"So, if you could move anywhere in the United States, where would you move?" I ask, sitting back as I take a break from eating. I pick up my wine glass, smiling at her.

She thinks for a minute. She looks so beautiful when she thinks. She always looks to the side as if she's racking her brain for the answer. Her shoulders relax gently too. It's like everything in her stops so she could come up with the perfect answer.

"Tennessee. Probably more toward Nashville, but yeah, definitely there." she settles on, smiling as she starts stabbing her pasta with her fork again.

I furrow my brows slightly, "But you said you hate country music." I remember. We had this conversation in one of the many cities we've been to. They kind of just blend together at this point.

She laughs a bit, "I hate the like beers, trucks, and boobs country music. But I don't know, some of it is okay. I like the more folk style music. Plus, it's not even about the music. I just want to get like 100 acres of land and live in a little farmhouse in the middle of nowhere with goats and chickens."

I smile, imagining Grace and I living on our own plot of land. I'm not sure about the goats and chickens, but hey, I'll do anything for her. If she wants a cow, I'll get her a cow. "I guess that sounds nice. Private."

She nods, taking a sip of her wine. "Very." she agrees, putting the glass down. "And my parents hate the country so they would never come visit."

And there it is. The real reason she wants to live in Tennessee. To get away from her parents. It makes a lot more sense now.

"That would be a perk too. Would you let Elias and Katie live on the property?" I ask, playing into her fantasy.

"Of course. They could build a house and have maybe 10 acres of their own. Holly too if she wants. I'd even give you an acre." she jokes, smiling.