Broken

Chapter 33

I pulled my wet electric blue underwear back on, clenching my legs together. Harry left me feeling shaky, my heart thumping away from the excitement and adrenalin I had experienced. He rolled the windows down, letting the fresh sea air into the stuffy car. My handprint was sprawled on the window, sending shivers down my spine as I remembered how it got there.

"Shit our clothes," he laughed, the rain drenching everything in sight.

I laughed and climbed into the front seat beside him. My body was covered in goosebumps, my damp knickers cold and uncomfortable. He pulled the blanket from the boot and draped it over my shoulders, turning the heating up full blast.

"I hope no one saw us," I said, peering out of the speckled windows.

"I don't think anyone would be as spontaneous as us and go to the beach in November," he said.

I giggled, but he was right. There was no way anyone in their right mind would go skinny dipping at this time of the year...or any time of the year.

"I had fun though," I sighed, placing my hand on top of his," maybe we should get our clothes?"

I looked out at the pouring rain, I really did not want to feel the mushy wet sand between my toes.

"Go on three," he said, his hand curled around the door handle," 1..2..."

He sprinted out the car, leaving me a second behind.

"Hey! Cheater!" I cried as the rain beat my skin like whiplash.

I ran down the field, nearly slipping in the mud as I jumped over the sand dune. He had already collected a bundle of wet sandy clothing in his arms, thrusting my shoes in my arms before grabbing my hand. We climbed up the hills, nearly sinking into the sand. I couldn't breath I was laughing so hard, Harrys palms wet and slippery to touch.

We eventually crashed into the car, chucking the clothes in the back and catching our breath. The tears streamed down my face, my hair dripping wet again. His laugh was too adorable. He kissed my lips, his hair falling on my face and tickling me. My arms wrapped around his bare shoulders, pulling him in.

"Lets go," he breathed, "I'm starving and seeing you dripping wet makes me-"

"Horny."

He laughed and pulled his jeans on, struggling in the small space we had. His white t-shirt went see-through, showing his tattooed stomach and abs. I remembered the way they rubbed against me, how solid and sexy they felt against my body. My heart flipped, I wanted the clear image of us together to embed itself in my mind forever.

The car struggled through the muddy grass before we reached the small country road into the village. He stopped outside a chippy, running in and returning with two cups wrapped in newspaper full of piping hot golden chips. The smell made my mouth water, my stomach rumbling. He handed me one and I smiled appreciatively, turning the faint music up louder. I nodded my head along to Bob Marley, the rain continuing to bounce off the pavements.

"One love," he sang in a reggae-reggae style voice.

"One heart," I joined in, making wave movements with my hands.

"Lets get together and feel alright."

I laughed and buried myself into the blanket, Harry chucking our cups into the side of his door.

We drove all the way back home, me trying my best to tug on my gritty wet clothes.

"For god sake," I muttered, arching my back to pull on my skinny jeans which were refusing to go on.

He watched the way my hips moved as I tugged, smirking at me as I sighed when I eventually got them on.

I wondered how it felt for him? When he lay over my body, when I bite his neck, moaning into his mouth...

I knew how amazing he made me feel.