Redemption

28 - Oh My God

Chapter 28 - Oh my God

Oh my God.

I almost kissed him.

"Harry! You almost kissed me." My voice is squeaky, eyes widened in horror, horror at my own actions, horror at his. My voice amuses him, it's one he hasn't been able to witness before. I can tell by the way his mouth twitches.

"You almost let me." He finally unleashes a small smile, not displaying his teeth, eyes still full of that hungry look, my insides turning to putty, straight mush. It forces me to turn around, to avoid it, still feeling his stare on the back of my head.

"Why would you do that to Caleb?" I manage to get out, my breathing erratic, my mind clouded from the way he smelt, like shampoo, fresh laundry, cologne, an expensive one, and fallen pine needles, dark green like his eyes are, not the usual electric green I come across.

"Why would you do that to Caleb?" I think he bites back a smile, the warmth of his breath blowing through my hair and hitting the nape of my neck.

I turn back around to face him, snow crunching loudly beneath my feet, my temper shortening with his replies, how he keeps answering my questions with more questions. A laugh escapes my mouth at the absurdity, the situation finally settling in my head. I almost kissed him. And I would have liked it.

Oh my God.

I remember the last time we kissed, how short and delicate it was, how he barely put any pressure on my mouth as our lips connected. The air around us is different this time, evaporating, the only oxygen my lungs need are him.

"I need to go back inside." I tell him, crushing any thoughts of Harry, breathing heavily into his mouth, what his tongue tastes like, how his hands would roam my body, dancing across my skin like they already know every inch of it.

It makes me sigh as I step around him, the warmth of his body already greatly missed as I take a few strides towards the door, my notebook still tightly pressed against my chest. "Merry Christmas," I call to him over my shoulder, pushing some hair out of my view to glance at the city one last time, how beautiful it looks, wishing I could have had at least one night alone up here.

"Hey," he calls out. I hold my breath, my steps slowing until I come to a complete stop in my tracks, slightly turning my body to see what he wants. "I didn't mean to interrupt whatever you were doing. I can go if you want, and you can stay."

I'm sweating beneath my coat. I shouldn't be reacting to his words like this, reading into them like they mean something. He did interrupt me, and it would be the polite thing to do if he decided to excuse himself.

His hands are tucked into his jacket, his curls twirling around as the wind moves through them. The lights from the city causes his silhouette to be faceless, dark looming, his back turned against the lights. It shimmers around him, peaking like the sun does through white, fluffy clouds on rainy day.

My mind doesn't connect to my body, or my body doesn't connect to my head, because I turn around, dragging my feet to take a seat on the couch, warm enough with my hat not to need a blanket.

He doesn't take a seat in the lawn chair across from me, he lingers in the same position, following me with his eyes. Once I'm comfortable, he turns to walk away.

"Harry," I call out to him, repeating the actions from earlier, the roles are just reversed, me telling him to hold on.

"You can stay if you want, I don't mind." I offer him a weak smile, opening my notebook and flipping to a new page. I can see him still standing in the same position, unmoving, his figure a statue, probably looking at me.