Mutinous

Chapter 18

I woke up feeling an arm wrapped securely around me, and my heart rate immediately increased even though I had slept next to him the entire night. I had slept like a baby, and it was all due to this adorable guy sleeping peacefully next to me. I studied his face carefully noticing the small freckles he had here and there. There weren't many, but they were still there slightly visible on his skin along with a stubble. I smiled at him liking that I got to know these things about him even if they were small. Whenever, his eyes were open I was too mesmerized by them to notice anything but, and this way I got to really study him.

"Stop staring at me," Harry's voice took me by surprise, and I blushed.

"I-I wasn't staring." How did he know I was staring? I thought he was asleep. His eyes were closed.

"Don't lie to me, love. We both know you aren't good at it. I can feel your breath on my face," he opened one eye and then another to look at me. "I was right. You are staring at me," he chuckled, and I shook my head at him. I hid my head in the crook of his neck and felt a kiss on my cheek.

"You slept alright?"

"Like a baby," I confessed looking back up at him.

"No demons haunting your sleep?"

"If you by demons mean my father then no."

"Good," he leaned in, and I started to panic. I had the worst morning breath ever. Most likely caused by the drinks I had last night. Good thing Harry had come before I got completely hammered.

"Don't," I pressed a finger to his lips. "Bad breath." He pulled my hand away and sat down on top of me placing my arms to the side.

"Don't think I care about that," he leaned in and his lips collided with mine. Honestly, his breath wasn't that nice either, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that even after everything that had happened in the short amount of time we had known each other, he hadn't run away. He had stuck with me no matter how I had treated him, and I knew I was slowly falling in love with him. Not that I really knew what it felt like to love someone. But the way my body acted out of control around him, and the way he constantly occupied my mind, I figured that was probably a step in the right direction.

He deepened the kiss, kissing me rougher, more lustful, and I wondered if he could feel the blood pump through my body. My breath got caught in my throat when I felt his tongue on my lips. I didn't know what to do with my tongue, but I had no time to think before his tongue had slipped into my mouth. It wasn't as bad or awkward as I thought it would be but still a bit frightening. Luckily, Harry knew what he was doing, and he slowly moved his tongue around with mine.

Harry pulled back with a smile. "You hungry?"

I nodded.

"What time is it?"

"Half 9 I think. You want to take a shower before we eat?"

"Y-yeah. That'd be nice. If it's alright?" I was always one to have showers in the morning.

"Of course," he pecked my lips and jumped off of me before reaching out for me to help me off the bed.

I took a deep breath. Was this the time where I asked him to join me in the shower? Would he expect that? Was I even ready for that? The thought scared me and excited me at the same time. Should I ask him? It was scary to think he would see me naked especially because of my cellulite and my small boobs and just the fact that a guy would see me exposed like that for the first time. But I would also get to see him. And somehow this seemed less scary than being completely naked on a bed with him on top of me.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked, and I bit my bottom lip unsure of how to answer. I wanted to, but at the same time I didn't.

"You want to shower with me?" The words slipped out my mouth, and I bit the inside of my cheek hoping I hadn't made a complete fool of myself.