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"Are you sure you don't mind what we get on it?" Harry confirms before ordering the pizza for us.
We spent another hour just talking about random things, mostly about relationships though and how I feel about sex. He seemed actually very intrigued about my views and what I had to say. Then we played a quick game of Would You Rather and he ended up tickling me. We also did some laundry.
"Positive." I smile sitting across the coffee table from him.
"So I can get anchovies? And mushrooms?" Anchovies are gross and I despise mushrooms.
"Now you're just pushing my buttons, Harry." I laugh.
"Yes, yes I am. Cheese it is." He smiles and brings the phone to his ear.
I get up to go check on the laundry as he orders the food and our clothes are ready to be dried. I quickly transfer the damp clothes into the machine to dry and I feel arms wrap around my waist.
"You know" he pauses, "the thoughts that ran through my mind when you were bending down."
I turn around in his arms and gasp at his words.
"Harry!" I laugh and playfully push him back.
"Just kidding, I'm just kidding." He laughs. "Well not really."
"Very bad boy." I scold and point at him.
"Bad boys get punished, right? Like maybe get tied up an-" he can't even finish his sentence because I've put my hand over it. I feel the vibration of his laughter in my palm.
"I can't even with you." I laugh and pull my hand away.
Amazing how he's able to joke and talk like this with me. How he's so comfortable and doesn't mind his words. I don't either, though. I know I probably should but for some reason it doesn't really bother me. I'm not creeped out. Is it bad that I kind of enjoy it?
Yes, I'm not ready for sex or anything yet. Especially considering I've only known him a few days, though it feels longer, way longer. But the thought if him taking action to his words really gets my mind running. The pleasure that I would feel of him slowly taking me on his couch. I would want it more romantic than that but just the fact that he'd want it right then and there.
"That's okay." He laughs and lightly pushes me against the off washing machine.
"Can I tell you something?" He asks.
"Anything." I smile and put my hands on his shoulders.
"I like you. A lot."
"I like you, too." I smile again.
"No, no. I know. But I mean, I like you. Like it's weird how much I like you. And this shouldn't be happening; I shouldn't be feeling this way. Not this soon. But I do and I am and I like it. And I just don't want you to.. To get up and go. Because I like you. Do you get what I'm saying, love?" He looks into my eyes.
"I get you." I tell him.
I do get him. I get him one hundred percent. Even if his words weren't the most formal and even if he just expressed himself a tiny bit, he still got his point across and I understand.
"I feel the same." I kiss his cheek.
"Do you?" He smiles.
"Completely."
"Good." He leans in and kisses my lips lightly.
So slow and sensual. Teasing my tongue with his.
