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Chapter 35: The Solitary Train Ride

Chapter 35: The Solitary Train Ride

Since Harry and I made things official, my own apartment began to collect dust. Harry had this insatiable desire for me to stay at his place every night, weaving our lives together in a way that felt both exhilarating and intense. Our days morphed into a seamless pattern of togetherness—we traveled to work as a duo, returned to his domain in the evenings, and filled our hours with shared activities that ranged from the mundane to the deeply personal. We cooked meals together, our laughter filling the kitchen, got lost in movies until the plotlines blurred into the background, and ventured out into the night for dinners that felt like adventures.

And then there was the sex. Harry and I explored every inch of his apartment with a fervor that left us breathless. The living room couch bore witness to our passion, a routine movie night often descending into a lustful encounter that made us forget the film entirely. The kitchen island served as another backdrop to our desire, where attempts at cooking dissolved into moments of intense pleasure. Showers were never just showers but steamy interludes that steamed up more than just the bathroom mirrors. And his bedroom—once we crossed that threshold, the world outside ceased to exist. We'd spend entire days tangled in his sheets, the intensity of our connection leaving us hungry for each other in a cycle of insatiable desire. Harry couldn't seem to get enough of me, and my desire for him burned just as fiercely.

Amidst the whirlwind of physical passion, we found moments of emotional intimacy. Harry shared with me that from the moment he first saw me, he felt an undeniable pull towards me, a longing that was almost tangible. He confessed that his desire for me wasn't just a fleeting attraction but a deep-seated need that had been present since day one.

Harry's admission that he had felt an intense pull towards me from the moment we met was both surprising and revealing. It prompted me to question why his initial behavior towards me was less than kind, to which he responded with a raw honesty that took me aback.

"I don't know... I was a mess around you. Seeing you every day, wanting you so badly, and not knowing if I'd ever stand a chance... it messed with my head," Harry confessed, his gaze fixed on mine, a vulnerability in his eyes I hadn't seen before. "I figured if I couldn't have you the way I wanted, maybe I could push you away, numb my own feelings by acting like a jerk. It was foolish, I know. But back then, it felt like the only way to protect myself from wanting something I thought I could never have."

His words painted a picture of a man torn between his desires and the reality of his situation, struggling to navigate his emotions in a world where he believed I was out of reach. "But trying to hate you, to push you away, it was useless. I couldn't stop my feelings for you, no matter how hard I tried. So, I convinced myself that if I couldn't have your heart, I'd settle for your time. Have all your time, monopolizing your days... It was selfish, I know. But Being around you, even under some pretense, felt better than not having you in my life at all. I thought, maybe, just maybe, it would be enough."

Listening to Harry unravel the tangled web of our past, a clarity washed over me. It was a stark realization of all the miscommunications that had clouded our initial interactions. If he had just been upfront about his feelings, if he had told me he wanted to date me, I would have leapt at the chance. But dwelling on the 'what ifs' seemed futile now. We had navigated through the misunderstandings, clearing the fog that once obscured our feelings for each other. Now, here we were, together officially, basking in a love that was both profound and reciprocated. Although the words "I love you" hadn't yet escaped my lips, the truth of them resonated deeply within my heart. There was no doubt in my mind—I loved Harry. Our time together had solidified my feelings, transforming what might have begun as a flicker of attraction into a roaring flame of deep affection.