"I can take care of myself Harry," I told him. I stared into his eyes, searching for his usual charming spark. It was no longer there. It was only darkness boring into me, searching for a care in the world.
His expression stayed serious. "I beg to differ," He spoke bluntly. His voice was deep and raspy and worrisome. His protective barrier was shielding out to me and I was desperately trying to escape.
"I do not," I mumbled, trying to look as strong and independent as possible. He was reading right through me. He noticed the crease between my eyebrows, the way my lips twitched when I was apprehensive, and my uneven breathing. My breath was deep and short, quickening by the second.
He smirked at my physical reactions, observing my body language. "You can't be without me," He admitted, eyeing me carefully.
My heart jumped out of my chest and the palms of my hands were too sweaty. At that moment, I knew he was brutally honest and I couldn't keep it in much longer. Our silence filled up the room, filling up into our lungs and rupturing our thoughts. He leaned in slowly, our faces becoming closer and I felt his warm breath on my nose. Tilting my head up, I captured his lips with mine. There was no need for words. Our actions had said it all.
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