"Helena, that feels so good." Harry groaned in pleasure, rolling his head back whilst I applied more pressure to my actions. "Oh... yes..."
I was on the couch as he sat on the carpet of the suite room, his body positioned between my legs as I massaged his shoulders. I'd been doing it for quite a while now and we were late for Harry's party. But he was partially ready for it. He'd been dressed in the brand new tuxedo I'd picked out for him and his hair had been made neat... to a fair degree. Some strong curls kept springing out no matter how hard he tried to push them back.
But he had been out playing football and all sorts of male dominated sports with his peers the night before we arrived in Millburn and this morning, he kept complaining that his body was strained and fatigued. He insisted that he couldn't go to the party until he was relaxed again.
"A little over to the left." He instructed. I wouldn't take it if it was someone else telling me what to do and I certainly wouldn't massage just anyone. Harry was the only person - besides my parents - whom I didn't mind giving into. It was because he had never taken advantage of me in any way.
My fingers glided along the curve of his neck, pressing as he exhaled low moans. "Alright." He said in between groans before halting them. He grabbed hold of my hands and shifted them away. He climbed onto the couch and exchanged our positions.
Harry began to press his fingers on my shoulders, his thumb moving around in slow circles. "Harry, I don't need a massage." I told him but was disrupted by the intense pleasure of his movements abruptly filling my senses. "T-That feels good, though."
The massage was cut short when Harry pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder. His fingertips slid along the curve of my neck as more kisses were planted on the other side, leaving a lingering trail there.
Harry's kisses were my weakness because they never failed to electrify me. The only thing that ran through my mind at that moment was how perfect we were together.
Sure, we've had our ups and downs just like every other relationship but amidst all of that we were still as in love as we were five years ago. We proved wrong my parents' assumption of our relationship merely being 'puppy love' or 'infatuation' because the truth was, no one knew us better than the way we knew each other.
Our likes, dislikes... even little things like how Harry prefers to have his tea in mugs because of a nightmare he had of normal teacups - I was the only one who knew about it. And the inside jokes that we shared were indecipherable by anyone else.
"Harry, we're late." I reminded quietly, my eyes squeezed closed as I blithely took in what he was doing to me.
"I guess you're right." He pulled back, the absence of his lips on my skin leaving me slightly disappointed. He lifted himself off the couch and straightened up. "We'll continue this when we get back." He winked, tightening the top of his tie.
"I'm nervous." I admitted. I stood up and straightened out the frills of my dress.
"Everything's going to be fine. I'm going to be by your side the whole time." He assured, tapping me underneath the chin before pulling me in for a hug. His comforting warmth was all the assurance I needed.
We arrived in Millburn just last night and the thought of meeting Daniel, Polly and their son after so many years had gotten me anxious. I didn't even go to Daniel and Polly's wedding three years ago. I'd been avoiding them for the longest time now but Harry had been nagging me the past few weeks, forcing me to come with him.
He had ever been this zealous or dedicated to get me to go anywhere. It was almost as if he had a secret reason behind it. And it was his graduation party so I conformed. Getting The Bachelor of Arts degree wasn't an easy thing and it definitely needed to be celebrated.
