Mutinous

Chapter 27

Harry had apologised to me multiple times about what had happened last night. I wasn't sure why he had reacted like he had, and I also wasn't sure if it was Gemma's normal self or if she was being particular nosy with me. Either way, it didn't bother me too much. After all as long as Harry liked me nothing else should really matter.

An idea came to my mind to get Harry's mind off of what had happened. He was still worked up, scared that I would leave him because of Gemma. Not that she could scare me away so easily, she was nothing compared to my father, but apparently Harry thought so.

"You know what?"

"What?" He asked running his hands up and down my arms.

"We should go to your place," I suggested.

"Now?" He raised an eyebrow at me. After all we still had four hours left of classes, but I was in no mood to sit listening to our professor when I could spent time with Harry. You only live once right? Besides it wasn't like skipping a few hours really mattered. I had definitely changed in a short amount of time, but I didn't care. I was happy and that was all that mattered.

"Unless you don't want to," I said running my hands down his chest. He looked good with clothes on, but without it, it was a whole other story.

"Who are you, and what have you done to my girlfriend?" I ran a hand through his hair and licked my lip while my eyes met his.

"I'm right here," I chuckled pecking his lips.

"I swear you are a bad influence on me, and here I thought it was the other way around. Let's go," he said grabbing my hand.

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Once we arrived at his place I was eager for him to touch me. It was strange feeling like I did, but apparently getting orgasms felt much better than I had ever imagined, not that I had really put much thought into it before meeting Harry. Harry pulled me into his chest and kissed me hungrily quickly stripping my coat off of me.

Hopefully he didn't think we were going to have sex. Would he think that?

My breath suddenly came out rapidly and shivers ran down my spine at the thought of doing that. Suddenly, I didn't feel so confident anymore. Maybe my idea wasn't so good after all.

"What's wrong," Harry asked placing a finger on my chin to tilt it up.

He looked concerned. "We aren't- I mean you didn't think that this- I can't." I rambled.

"El, breathe," he smiled at me, "I've said it before, we aren't doing anything you aren't ready for. And though I like this whole new confidence you've gained, I think it's still too soon for you. A few weeks ago you hadn't even kissed anyone," he rested his hand on my cheek making me blush.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"What are you apologising for? Lack of experience? Babe, trust me that isn't a bad thing." His words had me smiling, and we slowly continued what we were doing. Harry removed his coat, and our boots were quickly to follow before we headed upstairs to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and shook his head at me while tracing my hips with his hands.

"What?" I asked sitting up on my elbows.

"You're going to be the death of me," he chuckled making me smile.

"Is that a bad thing?" I giggled lifting my eyebrows.

"No," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my skin making me flustered and my skin got covered in goose bumps.

I smiled and placed my hands on his shoulder pulling him down to me. He kissed me tenderly and then more aggressively as his tongue found its way inside my mouth. I played with his hair and pulled it earning a soft moan from him. His hands moved down from my waist to my hips before stopping at the top of my jeans. I hitched and felt wet in between my legs as he slowly played with the zipper moving it down.