EDGE (H.S.)

87

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We used to roam around
You used to kiss my mouth

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Chapter 87

Renny's Pov.

I was chatting with Tate, talking about where I could fill in certain appointments when the bell above the door rang.

Harry.

I'm so not used to seeing him and yet he's currently walking in my work and making my knees weak. It feels so surreal because just yesterday I wouldn't picture myself seeing him at all.

Tate cleared her throat as Harry smirked directly at me.

"Hi, can I help you?" She asked and I walked to my station. "He's mine." I told her but then realized how that sounded, but we also always say that when one of our appointments walk in.

"Possessive." He teasingly raised his brows but all I saw was Tate looking at me. "You're not special, I say that about all my clients." I told him as I opened the curtain, him walking in with a smirk but Tate was widening her eyes at me.

"Who the fuck is he?" She mouthed and I tried not to laugh as I walked into my station and closed the curtain.

I really am not ready for her questions after this. This whole week has just been a lot. I don't even have answers for myself, much less anyone else.

His hands were on my waist in seconds and pulled me between his legs as he sat on the chair.

"I've got about an hour. Do me well." He whispered, the overwhelming feeling of being like this again in public making me woozy.

"I'll do my worst." I said sarcastically with a little smile.

His hand was wrapping around the front of my neck and pulling me to his lips in seconds.

His lips were cold yet so fucking comforting. It's a feeling I can only get with Harry. He's my own personal comfort and it scares me that it hasn't changed after all this time.

I hummed in shock but immediately molded into him when my arms went to his neck.

I literally should not be doing this here.

We were full on making out at this point before I realized he doesn't have much time so I pulled away. But that's when I remembered this morning.

"I'm sorry. For this morning." I mumbled quietly and he looked confused. "What are you sorry for?" "I didn't communicate right and then I was just gonna leave. I shouldn't have done that. It would've stressed me out if you had done that to me so I shouldn't have done that."

His hands massaged into my hips comfortingly as he gave me a really light kiss to my bottom lip.

"I feel like it's not appropriate for you to be apologizing to me." He chuckled and I sighed. "You're normally the one to fuck up but you know, i'll admit when i'm in the wrong."

He gave me a light slap to my ass and laughed.

"Rennn." A voice sing songed and Harry's face dropped.

"Let me guess, that's the bitch?" He whispered and I gave him a warning look as I pulled away, leaving only the lingering feel of his hands on my hips.

"Where do you want the tattoo? And what do you want?"