TREPIDATION // h.s

CHAPTER 37 //

Delilah Allen


My eyes feel heavy and my head feels belabored, but lying here in bed, staring at the man who makes my heart burn in a way it never has, I can barely focus on the consequences of the alcohol still coursing through my body from last night.

My eyes have been locked on his face for a good twenty minutes now, or at least since I woke up. After all this time, I still can't get over his beauty. Every perfectly placed freckle, his diamond-shaped lips, the slight stubble along his jaw, his long eyelashes, his messy curls hanging on his face as he's breathing slowly, still fast asleep.

I reach down to the small space between us and I grab his hand, gently lifting it up to my face. For the first few seconds, I stare at it. Even his hands are perfect.

I trace my finger over the few tattoos on his wrist and the top of his hand, then I move it to the rings on his fingers. The cold of it almost making me shiver, it's so contrary to the warmth of his body radiating onto me.

I bring his hand up to my mouth, and then I delicately place a kiss on each of his fingertips, continuously.

I feel like I need to savor the feeling of his skin against my lips, I'm not sure how long I will have the luxury to be able to kiss him.

"I wish you'd told me earlier you had a hand fetish." His deep morning voice speaks from above me, making me freeze in the spot.

I'm still holding his hand up in front of my face, but I squint my eyes in embarrassment. "Stop." I giggle.

"You so have a thing for hands." He says in a smug tone.

"Oh, Harry," I speak up, lifting myself up so I'm sat next to where he is still lying down. "All I have a thing for is you." I bite the inside of my lip, trying to retain from smiling.

"Really?" He asks, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Really, really." I swing my leg over him, and I place one hand on the other side of his head, so I'm on all fours above him.

He smiles up at me, and that alone sends a feeling through me that most things in life can't compare to. It's such a new feeling and if I'm being honest, it scares me a little, only because I never want to stop feeling it.

It's like getting butterflies, but ten times better, and it makes you want to smile uncontrollably, and it makes everything else in the world fade away and it makes you feel like you're appreciated and valued and seen.

I can't stop myself from lowering my face to his level and kissing those addictive lips. It's so hard for me to admit that I find someone addictive because I've never been the type of person to obsess over someone else, but with Harry, it's like I was thrown into the deep side and now I just have to try to swim.

It's crazy to me how fast my feelings for him are intensifying, and how easy it is to like him more and more every day.

I feel like everything he does just makes me like him more.

I lower my mouth from his lips and I move to his jaw and then his neck. I'm kissing the skin like my life depends on it, but without rush, taking my time and applying a little pressure. In between kisses, I let small groans leave my mouth, I know what it does to him.

With my mouth still stuck on him, I start to wander my hands across his body. First over his chest and his arms, and then down to his waist. I quickly slip my finger under the band of his underwear and he twitches a little under me. I keep the fingers tucked inside, as I focus back on the kiss.

I can't even think straight in moments like this. Like right now, his scent flowing through my nostrils, his burning skin against mine, the huge smirk staring up at me. All of it is too much, this man is too much. I can't handle anything about him.