Broken

Chapter 35

I hopped out of the shower and strutted into the living room in my towel, leaving wet footprints on the wooden floor. He smiled at me as I sat in front of the fire, the heat burning my wet skin. Harry disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a packet of plump marshmallows. I grinned as he handed me a long metal stick, piercing one of the marshmallows at the end.

We let them hover over the flames, slowly toasting away. His hand was resting on my thigh, biting his lip as we waited.

"I've never done this before," I confessed.

His eyes widened with shock. Toasting marshmallows was part of nearly every kids childhood, but I was no ordinary kid.

"You've never toasted marshmallows before?" he said, pulling them out of the heat.

I shook my head, the marshmallow oozing and bubbling on its stick. He held it in front of my face, my tongue wrapped around its sticky sugaryness. I laughed as he pulled the stick away, my lips practically stuck together. It tasted so good i could feel my teeth tingling with the intense amount of sugar. He ate his own and chuckled at my satisfied smile.

"It's better than I expected," I said, sooking my fingers.

"We have to make shmores," he said, running off to find Digestive biscuits.

What the hell is a shmore?

He came back and sat crossed-legged in front of me. He told me to hold out my hand, placing one of the crumbly biscuits in my palm. A fresh pair of marshmallows were already bubbling away in the fire. I watched as he took one and smeared it all over my biscuit, placing yet and other on top like a sweet sandwich, "And that's it."

I stared in awe as the gooey liquid which flowed onto my hand, the plain biscuit transformed into something completely different.

"I see," I sighed, understanding now.

I took a bite, struggling to make it look graceful and elegant. His dimples grew bigger as he watched me close my eyes, trying to really taste the weird combination, "soooo good..."

He laughed and made his own, the sticky melted marshmallow on his chin. I licked it off, Harry's lip catching mine. His lips tasted of sugar and the faint hint of mint that I loved. The click our lips sent shivers through my body, goosebumps on my skin. He bit my bottom lip, prising my mouth open and slipping his tongue over mine. The fire was burning my side, Harry's hand going pink on my thigh.

"It's late," I breathed as he kissed my neck. The way his teeth grazed against my skin made my stomach twist with nerves, "I'm tired."

He nodded and took my hand, leading me to his bedroom and passing me his oversized t-shirt...

Sorry this update isn't that great, but I nearly fainted at school today and went head first down the stairs...well done soph 🙊 but oh well I'm fine now so will update again ASAP xoxo