The Situation

EIGHTEEN

HARRY POV

I knew I would get worked up over a make out session, but holy hell I've never enjoyed one like this before. I just had to kiss her, that weird urge to want to be closer to her and simply kiss her.

In theory what we did was simple and easy, yet in reality was complex and restrained, very overwhelming in the best way possible. I'd sell my soul to kiss her like that just one more time, the feeling of her lips was like nothing I've ever felt before; it didn't give the same feeling it would if it was a different girl.

It's not just the fireworks exploding whenever she was touching me, it was my mind. There was nothing there but her. Her sounds and how she kissed me was like jumping off a cliff to land into the warm ocean underneath. That freedom feeling, the adrenaline; the nervousness underneath the surface of the water, and that high feeling popping up and noticing you did the jump.

That is a feeling I will never forget and always chase after, just because I know she is the only one who makes me feel that way. I've never kissed someone who gave me these feelings or this rush of emotions in a fucking kiss. It mucked up my mind and filled my senses with her. It's always her.

I could tell she was nervous, an ungodly amount of nervous energy radiated from her until she stopped thinking. I felt it in the way she looked at me, the way her hands had a slight tremble when she placed them on my shoulder, the way she stood, shifted her weight from leg to leg, the way she was breathing harder.

She once said she pays attention to how I act, my emotions and demeanor I guess; one thing I can guarantee is that I observe her just as much as she does me. I sometimes think as if I knew her a lot longer than the start of the semester, at the same time it's just like I've just met her with how mysterious she is.

It felt amazing the way she moved her lips against mine; at first shy and timid that turned heated and addictive. After her brain stopped overthinking everything her emotions led her actions, that's when she started rocking her hips and the faint movement making me rock hard at a record speed.

I know she had no idea what she was doing, moving almost instinctively, which was a turn on all in itself at how she couldn't control it.

The small little whimpers and moans that had escaped her mouth are something I wish I could have recorded so I can listen to her all damn day. I wonder what sounds like when she's cuming. Just thinking about her delicious moans made me cum so damn hard in the shower and was almost embarrassing with how fast I reached my orgasm.

Ohhh and the way she took control and pushed my head back with so much force I fell back. She was in total control, and I had never let anyone dominate a kiss like that, it was a new and good excited feeling.

Just thinking about her tugging my hair and taking control made me hard and I had to rub another one out then hop out of the shower before my legs gave out.

I finally get myself situated and walk back into my room seeing Aria passed out on her stomach, but the thing that catches my eye is how she's lying. One leg is hiked up causing my shirt she's wearing to be higher, showing a small portion of her underwear. Lord have mercy on my soul.

Her phone is lit up near her hand on the bed, from someone sending her texts every few seconds. I grab her phone to charge it on my bedside table and glance at the home screen without thinking about it. She has numerous texts and multiple missed calls.

"Where are u"

"UR A FUCKKING WHORE"

"OPEN PHONE!! NOW"

"Ur gonnna regret this cunt, I coming for u!"

These texts pop up within seconds of each other and I roll my eyes at Cole but it's not his name that pops up. Sal, who the hell is Sal? I've never heard about a Sal before, she's never spoken about him. He's, well I'm assuming it's a guy, is not letting up so I choose to turn her phone completely off and charge it like I was originally trying to do and decide to go to bed.