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I need a hug, no, no. I need your hug.

Harrison stood there in front of me as I was soaked.

"Excuse me?" I asked, lifting my eyebrow. The thunder roars in the background. He crossed his arms, holding the umbrella in hand.

"Strip, you are not coming in the house soaking wet." Harrison stood there undercover, watching me with a watchful eye. "Harrison, I am getting wet every second I stand out here, as well as you are also -" 

Harrison started to walk away as I stepped into the house, "Don't. Move." he sternly spoke to me. He opened the cardboard, bringing out a black towel. Placing it on the floor, he allowed me to stand on it, not taking another step in.

"Strip"

"Harrison, there are other people here - I don't care." He looked my body up and down. "Strip" He spoke again.

I slipped my hands through my dress's arms, moving it down my wet body. I struggled to remove my dress that kept sticking to my skin. It fell onto the towel as I looked up at him. "Okay, I have stripped, Happy!?"

He raised a brow at me, crossing his arms. He looked at my bra, then at me. Without saying a word, I knew he wanted them off. I have seen Harrison naked, and he has seen me, but I feel so anxious.

Butterflies fill my stomach. It is like the first time removing my clothes for him.

My face blushed red, looking at him as I unclipped my bra from the back. It fell off my shoulders, down my arms, hitting the towel. He just stood there and looked at me. I gripped my wet underwear and moved it down my thighs, to the floor.

He looked at my body up and down; I became bare for him. I was feeling so ashamed that I am in the rain, bare for a man looking at me with such anger. "I get it if you're not attracted to me, Harrison. But can I please come inside?"

Harrison walked up to me, grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. My body flesh against his chest as he held me.

"Does it feel like I am not attracted to you?" I don't know. He picked me up, bridal style. "Harrison?" I questioned. He carried me down the hall to the bathroom.

Opening the door with his back. The smell of lavender filled my nose. Looking around for the smell, I was carried into a bathtub full of bubbles. Wearing a suit as he placed my naked body down on the heated stone floor. "What is all of this?" I asked, holding onto his blazer. 

"It's an apology" She smiled, confused at my statement. "For what? What did you do now Mister." she playfully spoke.

"Nothing. I just felt bad starting the flight earlier" The lighting stuck, attracting Aideen and my attention out the window. Raindrops dripped down outside as the bath, misted up the window.

Aideen grabbed my face and kissed me with urgent, pulling his face towards hers. Breaking such a sudden moment, placing a small peek on my lips as our foreheads rested together.

"We just were play fighting, and it got competitive. It's not your fault. It was never your fault."

"But it is, I should have controlled myself. But I can't control anything around you." I admitted.

It felt like I admitted to myself more than to her.

"It's okay. I love you and your imperfections" I kissed her forehead in thanks. Moving my hands down her body, picking her up. I placed her in the bath. "You are cold. You need to stay warm. Sit" She sat down in the bath, as I kneeled down beside her

Adieen looked comfortable, sinking into the bubbles. As if a warm blanket was sucking her in. "Why don't you join me?" She asked. I objected "It's okay, you need to relax" I stood up, about to leave, as she grabbed my hand.

"Please don't leave me" She asked with such kind eyes.

I smiled at her. Kicking off my shoes, I jumped in the bath with her.

"Harrison you are still clothed!!" She giggled as I jumped in the bath. "And?" I quested her. She just giggled. "You are crazy"

"I know you like it."