Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 26: Sleep Walking and Voucher Kisses

A/N: so here is drunk Harry's POV...I want one of these for myself... xo

Harry's POV

She has the sweetest smile on her face but soon I ask about these cookies, she looks almost guilty.

Actually, now she has a very sheepish smile on her face.

Hmmm....

I wonder if I can kiss it away for her?

I go to lean in again for another kiss but her hands on my hips stop me.

"Wait Harry, you told your mother about us? I mean, there is no 'us,' per say, we don't know what we are, so I'm confused as to what you might have said," she says to me.

I think I'm in trouble.

"What I'm trying to say is that I'm just really curious as to what you told her in," she pauses for a moment, "the bathroom?"

Yeah, the bathroom.

She wasn't there.

I was trapped, cornered by two madwomen out for blood.

Okay, out for information.

But if I held back it wasn't going to be pretty.

But if I tell her what I said, she'll know about her gift.

"Um...can I kind of tell you later?" I ask, "cause if I tell you now it'll spoil my surprise."

I'm not sure she's buying it so I take hold of her hand and place a kiss on the back of it.

"Please?" I say as I place a kiss on her forearm.

"Pretty please?" I move up and place another kiss on the inside of her elbow.

"Pretty, pretty please?" I kiss her upper arm and I can see she's trying not to laugh.

Okay it's working.

"Pretty, pretty please with sugar?" I dare to move the neckline of her dress and trace my finger across her collarbone before I place a kiss to the bare skin.

She smells heavenly.

"Pretty, pretty please with sugar and a cherry?" I whisper before I reach the soft skin of her neck and place another lingering kiss.

She smells like mangoes.

"Pretty, pretty please with sugar and a cherry on top?" I push my luck and nip gently at her ear.

I'm hear her let out a shaky breath and that alone shoots right down to my dick.

We've slowly walked backwards until Beth is up against the kitchen bench and I reach around and place my hand on it to steady myself.

And to maybe not fall on top of her.

She's breathing slightly fast and her lips are already swollen and I bite my bottom lip as I shamelessly picture where I want those lips.

Must be the wine talking.

Yeah.

"Um...about those cookies...yeah..." she stutters, "I might have maybe eaten a fair few?"

"You ate them all?" I ask suddenly finding that funny, "why?"

"Because I just did," she says and she frowns at me.

Oh fuck.

That's not good.

"Why, were...were you upset or something?" I ask, because even though I may be slightly intoxicated, I can still tell when a woman is upset, "what happened?"