Lover of Mine | h.s. |

20

Cordelia Wilson

A knock at the door brings my attention up from the book in my hands, a tall figure slipping into the room without the permission I grant.

I don't bother to be alarmed, knowing that only one person that tall would be venturing into my room at this time of night.

I place my bookmark in the book before putting it on my nightstand, using my arms as leverage to sit myself up into a better position.

"You promised me something." His low voice travels across the room, his shoes pacing on the floor as he makes his way to me.

"I...did?" I rack my brain for a promise I possibly made to him, going over each and every conversation we had today.

"Mmhm." He hums, his knees digging into the mattress when he gets to the bed.

I watch as he makes his way up to my body, his hands ridding of the silk sheets covering my body before nudging my knees open with one of his own.

My mouth opens slightly, his body comes down, his center brushing against mine. I gasp from the contact, giving him the opportunity to connect his lips with mine for brief kisses.

"Harry," I muster out, my hand coming up to the base of his head when he bends down to plant kisses on my neck.

He doesn't respond, his kisses becoming harsher, his lips sucking at my pale skin.

"Harry," I say again, my fingers tightening around small strands of his hair, trying to pull him away.

His hands run up my sides and start to curve in to touch my breasts but my own hands push against his shoulders, forcing him back.

"Stop!" I exclaim, my eyes wide just like his.

He sits back on his haunches, his hands coming down to rest between his legs as I pull mine to my chest, my hands slightly shaking as I cup them together and hold them against my body.

Why did I do that?

Why the hell did I just do that!?

My bottom lip finds its way into my mouth, my teeth clamping down on it out of nervousness.

We stare at each other for what feels like hours, his eyes locked with mine, a certain look contained in them that I can't describe.

"Did I..." He starts, breaking the silence between us. "Did I...do something wrong?"

"What?" I question, my voice breaking. "No...no, you didn't. I just..."

I bring my hands up to my face, rubbing my cheeks before sighing and placing my whole head in them. "I don't know..."

The sound of shuffling moves through the room before his hands gently pry my legs open, not in a seductive way like before.

"Hey..." Harry whispers, his hands placing themselves on mine before pulling down, his eyes scanning my face, concern written all over his.

I look up slightly, a pout placed on my lips as his brows dip down.

"I'm sorry...I thought...that you wanted to. At least, earlier when you told me this morning.."

"I led you on." I realize, my eyes closing when I acknowledge my stupidity. "I forgot...I wasn't expecting you to come into my room."

I open my eyes to look at him, exhaling from my nose. "We can..if you want."

"No, no, no." He says quickly, his hands coming up to cup my face. "Darling, look at me. Really look at me."

I look into his eyes as he brings his face closer, lighter flecks of green in his irises being brought out from the light beside us.