Book 1 || Finding Prince Charming || Harry Styles

Chapter 43

His view.

Cassidy has more spunk than I thought and she's smarter than most of the girls I normally date.
First, the narcissist comment surprised me and impressed me. It's not every day that someone's able to teach me something, especially when it comes to art.

However, I was even more surprised when she told me I don't intimidate her. She's stronger and braver than I thought she is. She's going to make the chase a lot more interesting and a lot more fun. I wasn't lying to her when I told her that was making me mad. I'm barely able to think about anything other than touching her. It aggravates me that she's making it so hard. Normally, women are all over me. Cassidy's different. I know she wants me, but she's also standoffish. However, she can't fake her reactions when I touch her and kiss her. The way her body trembles against mine tells me that she's craving me as much as I crave her. Her body's reaction to me tells me all her secrets.

She's too young for me, of course. 21's too young to know the ways of the world. Especially my world. But I can't stop myself from wanting her. As a prince I'm used to getting what I want. And I want her.
I want her to submit to me fully.

***

Her view.

"You don't mind walking?" Harry gives me a quick smile.
"I'm not a complete fatass," I shoot nack at him, though I think my comment's not as strong as it could've been since I'm panting a little bit. It's not that I'm totally out of shape, but I'm not in the habit of walking for miles.
"Do you want us to catch a cab or stop a minute?" Harry looks at me in concern and I can feel my insides flip-flopping. Why does he have to have those gorgeous green eyes?
"No, I'm fine," I sputter, though my calves are begging me to answer differently.
"Let's grab a coffee." He gives me a smile. "I could do with some caffeine."
"Well, if you need it." I shrug and say a silent prayer as we walk into the small coffee shop.
"Would you like one?" he questions me and then frowns.
"I didn't realize that would upset you..." I question his frown.
"Don't stop on my account."
"No, it's not you." He looks out the window and sighs. "I just saw someone."
"Oh, an ex?" I ignore the jab of jealousy that hits me.
"No." He laughs. "Not an ex."
"Liam?" I question again. "Where is Liam, by the way? I haven't seen him."
"He's gone back to my country."
"That's quite literally your country isn't it?"
"Please tell me you're not impressed by the fact that I'm a prince."
"Okay, I'm not impressed." I grin and he laughs. "I guess they're making anyone a prince these days."
"I guess they are." He stares at me with amusement in his eyes. "See, you're not having such a bad time, are you?"
"I can't say there's no place I'd rather be than here."
"Don't spoil the afternoon by being petulant."
"Fancy word for a fancy man." I roll my eyes and he grabs my hands.
"Don't make me kiss you and teach you a lesson."
"How can you teach me a lesson by kissing me?" I raise and eyebrow at him.
"I'll show you."

He leans down and presses his lips against mine tenderly. I'm surprised by the lightness of his touch and then by the warmth of his tongue as it enters my mouth. He takes my tongue in his lips and sucks on it gently before deepening the kiss. I feel my head growing light as his fingers play with my hair. I reach out to grab his shoulders, but he slowly pulls back from me.
I sit there panting slightly and feeling dazed.
"Now you understand." He grins and pulls out his wallet. "What do you want to drink?"
"You can choose." I blush and look away, not wanting him to see how right he is. I really don't want to like him. Everything about this situation screams heartbreak waiting to happen.
"I guess I'll get two lattes, then."
"I wouldn't say no to some shortbread cookies as well." I grin and he laughs. "What's so funny?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"I don't meet many girls that ask for cookies."
"Oh, what, they ask for cupcakes? Are cookies too expensive?"
"They ask for salads normally." He winks at me and walks away as I blush. I want to call out to him, What sort of dumbasses are you dating that ask for salads at a coffee shop? but decide to keep my mouth shut. No point getting into a sparring match with him. I'm pretty sure I'd lose.