Broken

Chapter 34

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We parked outside his block of apartments and it started to sink in. He gave me his house key, he wanted me to move in...

"We...we could bring your stuff over soon?" he suggested, clearly reading my mind.

I loved his apartment, I loved him...but I had been in my tiny little flat for a year now and it had been the first place where I felt truly happy. It would be tough parting with it. But I smiled anyway to cover my doubt.

"Yeah...sounds good," I said, not sounding very convincing.

We ran up the stairs, my hair still dripping wet and scraggly. He made me a hot chocolate with scooshy cream and chocolate shavings to heat me up, lighting up the slick black fireplace. It was cosy. I could get used to this quite easily.

I sipped at my hot chocolate, a cream moustache on my lips. He leaned in quickly, kissing it off and licking his own lips with satisfaction.

"Your lips taste so good," he breathed.

I couldn't help but giggle at his odd comment, his eyebrow piercing raising upwards. I pulled my hair back, attempting to look at my tattoo. It still shocked me in the mornings waking up to find the birds sprawled on my shoulders. The illustration was like a memory tattooed on my body forever, I knew I would never forget Harry whatever happened between us.

I lay back on his lap, my head rested on his firm toned thighs.

"I like it here," I sighed," I feel...at peace."

He smiled, tickling the small gap of my hip as my top started riding up, kissing it softly.

"I'm glad," he muttered.

"I'm going for a shower," I declared, the smell of sea water irritating me.

"Can I join you?" he asked, smiling cheekily.

I rolled my eyes but agreed to his company. We stripped off and hopped into the soothing hot water, Harry squeezing out his minty shower gel at me. I squealed and threw a bar of soap at his head, missing him completely. He grabbed my wrists pinning me up against the slate wall with the water running down his body. I loved taking showers with Harry. He made it so sexual...so intimate. The water slipped between our lips as we kissed, making them wet and slippery against my mouth. Every kiss made me hungry for more, every second more vigorous than the last.

"Come on," I whispered, " I need to wash my hair."

He pouted but slipped away, wrapping a towel round his waist. I could feel him looking back at me as my hair fanned above my waist, peering over my tattooed shoulder at his gaze. I bit my lip seductively, making him groan.

"Right I'm leaving before you tease me even more," he said, running away quickly.

I laughed and let the steam surround me, drawing small birds on the misty glass.