Indecisive 2 (Sequel)

Chapter 7: Broken To The Bed

**Okay so this chapter does have SMUT, so this is my warning for now and any other chapters that may follow.**

*This ch is dedicated to princesskate14 bc of the amazing edit she made which is also in the sidebar (:

If you haven't seen the 2nd trailer yet that is posted in the sidebar as well!! xx

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Recap of (8)

Whitney POV:

"I want to kiss you."

"I have something to tell you first."

"Something I don't think you're going to take well Whitney."

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Harry POV:

Song- Come On Get Higher: Matt Nathanson

Our lips were so close and I found it getting harder not to.

God did I want to.

"What is it Harry?" Her soft voice spoke.

I met her eyes.

Those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Never-mind."

"Tell me."

"It's nothing."

Whitney searched my eyes, "It's something."

She was right.

But I couldn't lose her when I was just barely hanging on to begin with.

"I missed you."

"Harry," she sighed all too aware of my distraction.

I brushed my nose against hers, both of us taking a shaking inward breath.

Foreheads pressed together I mumbled softy, "can I take you up on that offer now?"

"Once you tell me."

My hand rubbed patterns on her back, "It can wait babe."

Whitney's eyes sparkled, a smile tugging at her lips.

I inched closer the distance separating them now only atoms in the air.

"Are you sure about that?" I raspingly spoke.

Her hand pressed to my chest slowly slipped down in defeat.

"No," she whispered.

"Then stop fighting it."

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Whitney POV:

His words had so much control over me. The more I tried to get whatever it was out of him, the more my heart stopped caring, only to focus on what I wanted more.

Him.

Mind, Soul, and Body.

God did I want him.

"You're beautiful." His warm breath breathed against my lips, palms gripping my waist.

One breath more was all it took.

His lips were pressed to mine, initing sparks on the fibers of my skin.

The way his arms held me so close melted the pieces of my heart:

Back together again.

It was passionate.

I was needy and he,

I think he may have needed this as much as I.

My digits laced in his curls, earning a stifled moan to leave his lips.