Just Harry

Chapter Seventeen

Cassidy-

I'm so glad I packed this swimsuit. I had zero reason to, but I always tend to overpack and this time I was relieved.

I wasn't thinking at all about the fact that I hadn't seen Harry without his shirt yet. When he walked out in his swim trunks and no shirt, I was not prepared for this.

He halted my show and tell of his tattoos previously so I hadn't had a chance to even see anything more except for what was on his left arm from his elbow down. I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

There was so much going on, I didn't know where to even begin. I was trying not to stare, but how could you not? Just when I thought I'd covered all the tattoos on his arms and chest I saw the two fern leaves that hang low on his hips. There also appears to be some sort of tattoo on his left thigh as well.

I've never dated anyone with this many tattoos. In fact, he's the first guy I've dated that has any tattoos at all and he's informed me that there's nearly 60 there. It's incredibly sexy on him.

"See something you like Cass?" He asks as he catches me staring.
I definitely blush at this comment and try to look away and change the subject. He finds this funny. I do not.

He looks like a God. I wish I had a sexier bathing suit so I could torture him like he's torturing me, but I've never worn a sexy bathing suit in my life. I feel like I look ridiculous.

Harry-

I've seen a lot of girls in my lifetime. I've had girls at my disposal since I was 15. You can only imagine the things I saw when I was in the band. I could have my pick every night if I wanted to. Sometimes I did. I'm not proud of that, but I was very young and like a kid in a candy store so to speak. I don't always do the right thing.

Most of the girls and women who try to get my attention throw themselves at me. A woman using her body and revealing all she has to offer immediately isn't really appealing to me. Sure, I'm a guy and guys notice that kind of stuff but truthfully a woman who leaves something to the imagination and uses her brain, her charm, her humor to get a guy to notice her- that's the kind you wanna keep. Now once a woman is mine, I love for her to be sexy, but it has to be for me- she's doing it for me. That's sexy.

Cass is a keeper. She's sexy and I'm sure she doesn't even think she is. Seeing her sitting by the pool- I've never seen anyone so beautiful and sexy. She's here with me. I feel like I should pinch myself to make sure it's real. The swim suit she has on ties around her neck and I can see the big bow she's tied to secure it. Call me weird, but that's the sexiest thing. That bow. She's not showing anything but yet all I can think about is untying that bow.