Your White T-Shirt

Sixty Two.

•Harry's POV•

Carter was unbelievably drunk. She swayed viciously as she wobbled across the beach.

After about two and a half mini bottles of champagne, I felt bubbles arising myself.

I laughed after her, almost stumbling over my long feet.

The fire was dying out and it was quiet besides the sound of our feet padding against the sand. We ran far away from the camp.

"Harry." She said through giggles.

"Yes?" I said, catching up to her by the shore.

"I like that name." She decided.

"I like you." I said, looping a wobbly arm around her waist.

She danced out of my grips, and ran along the beach, dirty and drunk with her messy long hair trailing behind her like the string of a kite. To me, she was worthy of a red carpet in that moment. Just the way she was.

Finally she collapsed on the soft sand bed and rolled over on her side, tucking herself into a curled fit of laughter.

I laid next to her. Before she could teasingly run off again, I firmly tugged her into my arms, catching her off guard.

She stared into my eyes, but all I could focus on were her sweet pink lips.

"Hey, Harry?" She asked suddenly.

"Mm?" I asked, not removing eye contact from her pretty mouth.

"I'm in love with you." She said.

I smiled as I pulled her in against me.

"I'm in love with you too." I said.

"Do you mean that?" She asked.

"Yeah, babe." I said before pulling her lips up to meet my own.

In the darkness her beauty seemed to ravish as vividly as under a full sun. Almost like a smell, or a sound, I could sense how perfectly lovely she was, though almost nothing was visible but her silhouette.

She stood up again, and ran, laughing once more. Teasing me.

I chased after her, determined.

I caught her running body by the waist and slung her against me like a thin tree being penetrated by the winds of an ocean hurricane.

I took no time to look into her eyes as I kissed her. I felt a cage of butterflies erupt in my gut, fluttering eagerly against the walls of the inside of my skin.

As she wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing my tongue to explore hers, I felt goose bumps arise all over my body. I felt lust, love, arousal. It was the most desperate pushing feeling I'd ever experienced.

She pulled back suddenly, with a small smirk tugging at a corner of her lips.

She raised both her arms up to the sky, as if she wanted to grab the stars by the handfuls. She kept her eyes on me.

I questioned her actions for a mere moment, but then I understood.

I lifted her top off over her head and tossed it onto the sand.

As much as I had desire to stare, I held my ground and kept a strong stare into her bubbly happy eyes.

She lifted my shirt then, softly kissing my lips.

I did everything I could in that moment to not rush things. It was a physical challenge to not take her down and let my feelings and passion explode throughout our bodies. I wanted to go as slow as possible. To make it last as long as I possibly could.

But before I could protest, she was bare bodied and gesturing me to her with laughing eyes.

We made love on the cold sand, her soft skin warming my goose bumped body. Her lips pursed, humming to me throughout the night.