KILLSHOT // [H.S]

038. MIRRORS // LEATHER

038. MIRRORS // LEATHER

Rory had never felt so nervous being alone in a room with Harry before.

Not even when killing her was his number one priority.

Harry closed the door behind him and placed the bags on the ground. "So, where did you want these?"

"Right there."

"Well, that takes care of that." He stepped forward. "You know, I think we were in the middle of something before getting rudely interrupted."

Rory cocked her head to the side. "Were we?"

"We definitely were."

"Weird. I don't recall. I think you need to jog my memory."

"Well, I think it started by you stepping forward and looking at me with those adorable doe-eyes of yours."

She took a step and looked up. "Like this?" she asked.

"Exactly like that - very good," he praised. He smirked, noticing her brief frustrated expression over not being called a good girl. "Then I stepped forward and raised my hand to your cheek."

"I think it's coming back to me now," she whispered as he dipped his head towards her.

"Harry!" Colson yelled.

"Ignore him," he mumbled, inching closer.

A loud bang on the door startled them both. "Harry! Let's fucking go." The door swung open, and the two pulled apart before Colson saw anything. "How long does it take to put bags in a room?"

With a clenched jaw, Harry narrowed his eyes at his friend and said, "We were having a conversation. What the fuck do you want?"

"We have work to do before our meeting."

"Can you give me a minute?"

Colson rolled his eyes, calling, "I'm timing you!" before disappearing down the hall.

"I'm going to kill him."

A smirk tugged on her lips. "When you do, can I watch?"

"God," he groaned, cupping her face again, "I want to kiss you so bad."

"Why don't you?"

"THIRTY SECONDS!"

"That's why." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he leaned closer and said, "You don't deserve a rushed moment. But when I'm back," his thumb grazed her bottom lip, "You're all mine. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Understood," she purred. "Wait, Harry. I don't mean to ruin the moment, but could you do something for me?"

"Anything. What is it?"

"At some point, would you mind checking in on my foster mom and making sure she's okay?"

"Of course." Noting the look of concern she wore, he asked, "Any particular reason?"