[COMPLETE] Cora Bailey's eyes were once met with a husky green eyed man, thinking nothing of it. Until he showed up as the new teacher at her school, making things incredibly awkward. But soon enough, they couldn't get enough of each other.
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Cora Bailey
Laying on my side, I watch him softly breathe in and out. I could only see the top of his curls from his head being curled up a little but he had his hand on my hip, the warmth from his hand making goosebumps form on my skin.
We may have done what we did a month ago again, it was just in the moment. He was asleep, the duvet up to his hips, it was tucked under my arms but only loosely.
He looked so peaceful.
His hair looked so soft, his skin was warm and tan, tattoos littered all over his body hit mostly on his right arm. It was getting late, probably around 6 pm. I live with Niall, in the flat and I moved out a couple of months before my hook up with Harry.
I'm not surprised if he had called or messaged me, asking where I am. I sigh softly and continue to look at Harry. I reach out and place my hand softly on the side of his head, feeling his ear and hair, I move my fingers, to go in his hair and around his ear.
I rub his head with my fingers in his hair, grazing his scalp softly. He nods his head awake, slowly looking up at me. His eyes peel open and lazily stay open. He shuffles over and puts his forehead in the middle of my collarbones, putting his arm around me. It really should be the other way around considering he was incredibly tall.
I go with it and pat the back of his head, feeling his hair in my fingertips. He hums and nuzzles more into me. "Harry," I whisper, looking down so my lips meet with his hair, it smells of apple.
"Yeah?" he whispers.
"Are we going to do this?" I whisper, he pulls his head back and shares the pillow with me, sliding his hand under the covers and holds my bare hip.
"It's risky," he whispers. "But I want to,"
"I know," I nod. "So do I,"
"I like you," he slides his hand up to cup my jaw. He flicks his forest green eyes over my face, a smile crawling on his cheeks.
"I do too," I smile.
"If we do, do this, we have to be careful, Cora," he tucks hair behind my ear. I nod because I understand what he means. I'm laying naked, after having sex with my history teacher, under his warm sheets, in his bed, in his huge house.
"I know," I nod.
"Are we going to do this?" he whispers which makes my heart race, my stomach filling with butterflies. I look at him, his green eyes showing hope and lazily sliding over my face. I did actually like Harry. He's gorgeous, great personality and cares for me because he has a kind heart.
I finally nod, softly and he smiles. "We need rules," I point. He agrees instantly and lays on his back so I roll onto my stomach, putting my hands on his chest and putting my chin on my hands, on his chest. "One," I say.
