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you and Harry have been good friends for years, REALLY good friends. but there is always a string of temptation that left you both high and dry that both of you refused to acknowledge.
you always thought to you never stood a chonce (see what i did there), if you were completely honest. his career was far too important for you to be in the picture, and you don't even think he would feel the same way.
"what'ya doing?" Harry's familiar voice interrupts your thought process.
you snap out of your trance and focus back on the multiple tabs of online clothing websites you were browsing.
"oh, just shopping." you say as casually as possible.
your eyes flick back to the shirtless man lying across the bed at your feet. his tattoos cover his tone body, dipping with every crease and flexing with every muscle.
you feel yourself sweat a little bit. this was hard, really hard.
the temptation you had to resist every time you saw him, every time you would hear his voice. it became too hard for you to manage at times to the point where you would have to excuse yourself from your setting.
he doesn't say anything in response, he just continues to lie there. who knows what he's thinking about.
"hey, uh you wanna go get a bite to eat?" you say, trying to diverge from the sudden inflation of your intense feelings for him.
you figured it would be another way to distract you. and who knows, you may even find a cuter guy to fall in love with, just like those cliché romance movies.
"yeah, sure." he says a bit dryly.
you cock your head a little to see him get up in one swift motion. he sits on the end of the bed for a second, seemingly contemplating something.
you take the time to admire his back. it looks tense, but extremely toned. you want to run your fingers over every dip and every crease, you want to touch his skin and feel the spark of electricity you always feel whenever you make contact, which was hardly ever if you didn't initiate it.
so, that's exactly what you decide to do.
"a little tense, aren't we?" you say suggestively, slowly creeping up on him and placing your hands on his shoulders.
you massage his tense muscles lightly, making him freeze, but then relax afterwards.
"y-yeah." his responses are very limited, etching a bit of worry and anxiety in your mind.
what was he thinking about? just work probably, it's always about work.
you feel his skin start to get warm, little beads of sweat form in the area you touch.
you pull away quickly, immediately assuming you've made him uncomfortable.
"i-i'm going to get ready." you say a little embarrassed, the last thing you wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable.
his head immediately turns to you as you scurry into your walk-in wardrobe and close the door.
he sighs and puts his head in his hands.
"here are your menus, take your time and just raise your hand for whenever you're ready to order. we'll check back with you in a few." the kind waitress smiles to you before placing a couple menus in front of you and Harry.
