Allure (ENG)

Chapter 28 - Emily

The arms that had been draped over my body all night are slowly slipping away from me now. I turn around sleepily and barely open my eyes. Before me I see a naked Harry with his back turned towards me, dressing himself. I bite my lip at the sight of it.

"What are you doing," I whisper. He turns around abruptly with his hand on the button of his pants. His face relaxes and he watches me with a small smile on his lips.

"I have to work." I close my eyes and sigh at his words. "But I will see you for lunch at the bar?" The mattress moves slightly underneath me and when I open my eyes Harry is leaning over me. His eyes stare into mine and I try to imagine what would happen if he didn't have to leave. My heart skips a beat when he presses his lips on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck quickly and pull him closer to me. His lips curl up onder mine and I feel how he pushes himself back up.

"Do you really have to go?" I say with an exaggerated pout. He smiles at me.

"Yes, but you should get some sleep." His eyes stare into mine intently and there's a smirk on his lips. "Cause we didn't do much of that last night," he adds to his sentence. I pull the covers up over my face and watch him over the edge of it. When he has his shirt on I see how he walks towards the door. He stops and looks over his shoulder. I lower the covers a bit and see him close his eyes. His hands run through his hair and then he walks back to me.

I sit up and in the hurry of it the covers drop to my hips. His hands hold my face and his lips press on mine urgently.

"Are you trying to seduce me with your bare breasts now too," he says softly. The way he says it makes my heart beat faster.

"Is it working?" He gets back up and laughs.

"If only you knew." He pulls up the covers and throws it over my head. I laugh and push them off me, but keep them clutched to my naked body. He places another small kiss on my forehead before he really leaves. I let myself fall back onto the bed and wrap myself in the covers.

My stomach growls when I wake up again and in the distance I hear some sounds coming from the kitchen. I turn around again, but then I get up with a sigh. I secretly grab one of Harry's shirts out of his closet. Deliberately a different one than the last time.

With Harry's shirt and shorts on I walk into the kitchen.

"Buenos días, Edu..." I stop mid sentence when I see it's not Eduardo at all. I look around me quickly and don't see anyone else. Panic rises within me for a second. Burglar, it flashes through my head, but then I see a pan in his hands and I shake it out of my thoughts. A burglar wouldn't be making pancakes, right?

"Buenos días?" The guy stares at me just as confused as I feel. "Lo siento, Eduardo dijo que nadie estaría en la casa." I stare back at him even more confused now.

"Mi español no es bueno," I reply back.

"English?" he offers. I nod. "Eduardo said nobody would be home." Eduardo. I keep looking at him without saying anything. This guy was here for Eduardo. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, I..." I froze. I have no idea what to say. How do you say something like this? "Harry," I stammer. The guy looks at me, but then nods. He turns back to the stove and flips the pancake.

"I'm Miguel by the way."

"Emily," I reply softly.

"Do you want one, Emily?"

"Sure," I say, a little insecure. "So you're Eduardo's... Brother?" I guess. He laughs when he puts the pancake on a plate and hands it to me.

"His brother wouldn't sleep with him, I would hope." My whole body freezes. Miguel was here with Eduardo. Not as a friend or brother, but as more than just someone he knows.