Doing Dirt {edited+completed}

Chapter 3

I open my hazel eyes and swivel my head to the side to find Harry's fingertips raking through my silky blonde hair. He calmly half smiles; revealing those adorable dimples of his. "Morning babe." his raspy voice hums. My hands slide up from under the covers and my fingertips skim over Harry's soft face, making sure I trace his dimples. He grasps my hands gently and entwines my fingers with his.

He cheekily pins my hands above my head and climbs over my weak body. His green eyes glisten from the sun that's protruding from the window. I bite my bottom pink plump lip and smile. Harry caresses me going down my neck planting velvet like kisses. I giggle in delight and get a tighter grasp of his nimble fingers. He travels up my neck and finds his way to my blushing cheek. Harry places warm kisses on it making me giggle more. He slightly pulls away from my face making his brown curls brush up against my delicate skin.

"Shh Evelyn." his soft breath skims the side of my cheeks sending chills down my back. He pushes down so that he's closer to my body and locks my lips with his. Harry passionately curls his tongue around mine making me pull in for more. We both pull away from each other's bodies with our fingers still entwined. I carefully untangle my fingers from his as he remains in a push up position on top of me. My fingertips skim his muscular bare chest and he winks at me sexily making me blush even more.

"Thanks for last night" I tenderly whisper to Harry. "Thanks for tucking me in and letting me cry in your chest-" I abruptly stop speaking because I notice that his dimples have begun to fade as though something wrong happened. "Did-did something happen last night?" I worryingly ask, "Harry?" my lips almost tremble. "He texted you last night." His voice deep and green orbs fiery. I almost knock him over when I roll over hastily to grab my phone from the bedside table.

My hand grazes the top of the table frantically searching for my iPhone. I brush my blonde hair away from my face as I continue to search. I hectically turn my head around to find Harry casually laying back on the bed and chuckling softly. "What!" I say in a firm tone. His head swivels to the side and the dimples come out again. "Calm down tiger," he implies laughingly, "I've got it right here Evelyn". His tone has fluctuated so much during the last five minutes I'm not sure of his emotions. I'm not sure if he is either.

Deciding to calm things down, I breezily climb over Harry's seductive body and grab my phone from his bedside. Upon returning to my side, I lock lips with him letting him know everything's alright. I lay back down in the bed, pulling the sheets over my singlet. I slide open my phone while Harry takes my hand and squeezes it tightly. He has a deep worrying look on his gorgeous face. I hesitate to view the message but look at it anyways. My jaw drops as my eyes skim over the 5 words.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?!?" I angrily cuss. Harry's big hands take the phone off me and pull me in closer. He hugs me tightly resting his palms on my curvy hips. My long blonde hair is spread out along his bare chest as my head rests on his soft shoulder. "Don't worry Evelyn, I'll take care of him." Harry's voice is sturdy and meaningful. I know his 'take care of'. I hope it doesn't get to that serious stage. Only if Greg provokes him. Knowing the assholes nature and what he's done to me he will.

I scrunch up my nose at the thought of Harry's childhood that shaped him to be the man he is today. Poor Harry. No one should ever experience that. No one. Ever. People judge him majorly by his past and what he's done, and what he hasn't. It's not his fault....entirely. He has made a couple of wrong choices in his life and career. Hasn't everyone? They may not be as major as killing someone but hey that's all part of being in the FBI right?!

Yes yes he's young, but boy is he fierce! A member of the FBI, John, took him under his wing when he was no longer a suspect in a nightclub murder. He trained him and they worked on cases together. 'All part of the deal' he kept saying. Maybe. But still, that was so unlike him. My mother is a psychologist and I picked up a couple of pointers from her. I also minored in phycology myself, so I knew what provoked his actions. His traumatizing childhood. I was snapped back to the present time by Harry repeating his threading words, "I will take care of him. Don't you worry child." I let out a deep sigh. I think I'll be the one protecting him..., from jail.