Torn

Chapter 21

AN:Dedicated to a friend of mine :)

Warning a little smut ahead.

Selena...

I've always wondered if it's true, what they say - that there would be one point in your life you got to experience something so good that you forget everything else.

It could be anything, really.

A milestone you've set your eyes on, but always remained elusive - until now that is.

Some sort of life-altering transfiguration, perhaps?

A long awaited but well-deserved promotion.

Your guy suddenly going down on one knee with that practiced speech.

Maybe I'd get to experience any or some of those in the future. But for now I was content that it came to me through a pair of lips. Soft, plump and heavenly lips molding against my own in a manner that was feverish, matching the urgency behind each movement. I try to search for the appropriate words to describe it, but I just come up empty handed every time. So I guess I would just have to settle with the words of everybody else.

Just like JoJo and the one who came before her - whose name I swear I know, but seems insignificant right now, so I'll leave it at that - sang, it does make my knees wobbly and my feet unsteady, and if it weren't for my hands clutching his firm biceps with my nails digging on his skin, I'm pretty sure I'm already a curl on the floor. The same also with those novels that have already been printed a thousand times, it does feel like a butterfly had suddenly decided to reside in my stomach making me shiver every time its wings fluttered against my belly.

I might've been able to think of a few more, but I was left in a moaning mess as I feel his teeth softly grazing and nibbling on my bottom lip and I wonder what I had been thinking in the first place.

I couldn't even recall what it was that led to this moment, desperate to feel more of this. Briefly, I tried to think as well if I've ever been kissed in such a way before. I didn't even have to try hard to search for an answer; it came in a small voice inside my head.

Yes, two years ago.

It was also the moment that a warm tongue had parted my lips, when that voice had triggered some sort of epiphany for me - which was unfortunately, in this case - the identity of that man and this that proved to be just one and the same.

I gently pushed him away just as I pulled back as well, leaving a groan to sound from his mouth. "Harry...you...we...what...why?" were the only things I could say in a breathy whimper, my mind not even able to catch up with my mouth as I uttered what I was hoping to say in senseless fragments.

"I'm sorry" Harry rasped out, as he stepped back, dragging a hand down his face.

"Why?" I asked, uncertain if I was asking why he kissed me or why he was sorry before pressing my lips together, collecting the taste of him on my mouth.

It took a few moments before Harry answered, his eyes unable to meet mine. I'm pretty sure he was gathering himself and somehow that granted me some reprieve, knowing I wasn't the only one who suffered the effects of any contact between the two of us.

Harry sighed, before straightening his stance, his hands finding my hips once more as he stepped closer again. "I know I said I'll ask your permission for that." He whispered, lifting a hand, finger unhurriedly tracing my bottom lip once more. My hands, just like before, land on his chest, desperate to feel his warm skin and the vulnerability beneath it.