Casanova H.S

Chapter Eight

To my surprise, Harry was standing outside of my house this morning. I didn't bother asking why, and simply told him that I was intending on writing today. He said that he would allow me to do so as long as could come with. He promised to be quiet. We walked to the little lake at the end of the town where I wrote last and sat down turning quiet at once, but that didn't last long.

"Harry, you promised to be quiet," I say kicking him with one of my legs that are resting on his thighs.

"Yes, but it is so boring just sitting here." He says throwing his head back exaggerating. The sunlight hits his face in just the right way, bringing out his best features. The wind blowing softly against his long hair. His hands resting on my legs rubbing them softly to relax me.

"Then do something," I tell him too focused on the book to give him much attention.

"And what is there to do?" He asks as if it is obvious that there are no fun things here to do.

"There is a big lake in front of you. Take a swim." I wave him off. I feel him lift my legs off his lap, and putting them down on the bench as he stands up.

I discreetly watch him over the edge of my papers. He walks over to the lake staring into it while he starts to unbutton his shirt. He let it slide down his shoulders, and arms before it falls to the ground. His back is muscular, I didn't really know a back could be attractive, but somehow he is. He takes off his shoes, his back flexing as he does so. He opens his belt before he lets his pants fall off. He steps out of them leaving him only in his boxer.

He takes a few steps back before leaping into the water with a splash. Seconds later he comes to the surface with a smile on his face. "Come join me, love." He says swimming closer to the bench I am sitting on.

"I am perfectly fine here."

I tear my eyes away from him to look back down on my paper filled with words. However, that was not a good idea seeing as a few moments later water is splashed all over me. "Can't you feel how relaxing the water is?" He laughs. I stare at him with wide eyes, mad that he got my clothes wet. "You need a break."

I put my papers aside and stand up. I walk over to the water, and glare at him. "You can't just splash water at me! What if my papers had gotten wet?" I scold as I squat down in front of him.

"That would have been a real shame." He says, and before I know it he takes my hands, and pull me into the lake. Water surrounds my body, as I open my mouth in shock. Anger struck me faster than any other emotion as I swim to the surface ready to give him a mouthful.

I turn around in the water to face him. He is smiling, and laughing, completely opposite from me. His loud laughter fills the air. "How dare you!" I scream pointing my finger at him. "Now my clothes are all wet, and I have nothing to wear after." I scold him.

"Stop being so angry all the time, lighten up a bit." He says swimming closer to me.

I don't answer instead I take his advice along with doing something I know will frustrate him. I start to take off my wet dress. It is light so all I have to do is pull it over my head. Harry's eyes are watching me carefully as I do so. I throw the dress to the ground, out of the water so it can dry. Harry allows himself to take in the view before him, but I don't give him much time as I put my body under the water.

"You are the definition of beauty." He says moving closer. He looks at me in awe, a way no man has ever looked at me. A blush creeps onto my cheeks, a shy smile forming on my lips. His hands move around my waist pulling me into his chest. "How on earth have I never noticed you before?"

"Because you are a fool," I tell him, stroking a wet piece of hair away from his face. Drops of water are running down his forehead. His eyes reflect on the water making the green in them stand out more than usual. "What do you think would have happened if I didn't go to the ball?"

He smiles down at me as if he has already thought the question himself. "It wouldn't have mattered if you didn't, because we would have run into each other no matter what. Maybe here, on the market, or in the forest. We would have found our way to each other." Harry is different from who I first thought he was. He is kind and sweet. There is no way to hide my feeling for him, and his for me. However, I will not admit to them knowing his reputation with girls. I have no way of knowing if this is one of his tricks, but I do wish it's not.

"You stand for everything I stand against, yet you manage to make me do things I would have never pictured myself doing, and see things from a whole new point of view." I pull away and start walking around him as I let my hand gracefully float along the surface.

"I can tell you the same, darling. Your words have a way of making my eyes new to the world. You must have noticed you haven't found me running from someone in a few days." He says stopping my circling with his hand capturing mine. He carefully brings my hand up to his cheek, and I let my thumb carefully caress his skin.

"Maybe it was a good thing that we met, Harry," I say, and notice an extra spark in his eyes as he takes in my words.