"You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days."
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Matilda Monroe always dreamed of traveling the world. She decides to leave her life behind and spend the summer in Italy.
Matilda comes across the Sunset Lake winery...
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"...Harry?" I called out, looking below at him. He stares back at me blankly, unsure where he is.
Kneeling beside him, my head hovers above his, causing the ends of my hair to tickle his cheeks. He doesn't move or speak, and it worries me. My heart pounds with anxiety as I study his features.
His eyelashes were a length most people died to have. They were long and prominent, beautifully accompanying his vibrant eyes. His jawline was snatched, and I felt tempted to drag my fingertip down the perfect line. My eyes travel down to his pink lips, a pair that made me melt. I missed the feeling of them on top of mine.
His body lays on my doorstep and it wasn't what I expected to see this morning. Today was the first day I decided to get some fresh air since everything that happened. I've been hoarding myself away in my bed, scared to leave. I was anxious about bumping into Viviana again or even Harry. I didn't know if I was ready to talk to him about all this new information that entered my brain. But walking out this morning and seeing him asleep on my front steps, I have no choice but to be ready.
Confusion courses through, not knowing what to make of this. Why was he here? Did he want to break it off officially? I didn't know and that's what made me crazy. He hasn't said a word since he opened his eyes, he's glued to the step, and I miss the sweet sounds of his voice.
"Matilda?" He finally croaks, making my eyes go wide.
"I'm here," I softly smiled, my hand finding its way to his.
The touch was soft but sent a wave of flutters through my stomach. They rippled through every vein inside of me causing my cheeks to become heated. Soon my pinky finger wrapped around his and it made my lips part.
Harry soon groans out in pain, his face pinches when he slowly lifts himself up, bringing his left hand to his lower back. His hair is absolutely tousled, and the site of his mustache raises my urge to kiss him. He pulls his hand away from his back up to his face, scratching underneath his jawline. His knees rise up when he pulls his feet closer to him, our fingers still intertwined.
His beard was light, like a five o'clock shadow. The hairs were a mix of different shades of brown, mainly consisting of dark. It was prominent if you were close to his face but far away you couldn't see it. His mustache was bushy and well-groomed. The beard was a new addition to his face since the last time I saw him, and in all honesty, I found it insanely attractive.
I cleared my throat, "Were you out here all night?"
Harry flits his eyes toward mine, his lips stuck in a line. He doesn't say anything, he chooses to stay silent. He sits hunched over and drifts his eyes to another distraction, specifically our hands touching. The corners of his lips slightly rise and quickly grow into a broad smile. Harry pulls his hand away to stand up.
I lean my head back to watch him. He steps out onto the dirt driveway, throwing his head back to admire the sun. Harry extends his arms out to the side, a laugh popping out of his mouth. He spins his body in a circle, letting the warmth and comfort of the sun rays bathe his skin.
