Complicated

Chapter 17

The pancakes warm me up and Harry laughs when I drown it in the blueberry syrup. I try a piece of his waffle and it as a soft middle, coated in a crispy, crunchy layer on the outside. Harry tries mine and his face tightens in disgust. I laugh in confusion.

"What is that?" I comment on the look pasted on him face.

"I hate blueberries." He takes a sip of coffee.

"Then why'd you try it!" I laugh harder at his stupidity.

"I like to try new things." He takes a last sip before laying it on the table. His face looks up at me with the warmest smile and I can't help but think he was relating to our fast-moving relationship. It sure as hell is a "new thing".

We finish our breakfast and Harry grabs the bill before I can even notice Brooke placed it on the table. Normally, I would complain and fight to pay but that's when I realized I forgot to grab my purse from my safe at the dorm. Instead, I thank him and he looks up to smile at me.

"You don't have to thank me." He swirls a little laughter into his words. I smile back instead of thanking him again.

When we get up to leave, I notice a generous amount of money left on the table for our waitress.

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Harry and I spend our time before the haunted mansion in my room. I almost felt like a kid- he made me feel like a kid. I grabbed a board game from under my bed labeled "Don't Break The Ice." Whoever won got to do whatever they wanted to the other. Of course, when I place my marble carefully onto the tissue, it rolls down to the center where the other marbles have collected and began soaking through the plies of the tissue. The marbles find a small passage way through the hole and I jump at the sound of the cheap marbles hitting hard against the plastic. I lost and I had to do whatever he wanted me to.

To my surprise, he didn't choose something sexual, which I of course was willing to do.

Instead, he reaches into his pocket to grab an pack of mini Altoid mints. Mints?

"Alright so I.." he demonstrates by placing the mint on his tongue. "...put this on my tongue." He swirls the mint around his mouth. "And you have to find it." Before I can show a confused look, he answers my question. "With your tongue."

Is that hard? Do I have to put my whole tongue in his mouth to get it? I know that sounds really unattractive and gross. I want to kiss him but I also want to find the damn mint. I laugh and nod. I lean towards him with my elbows propping me up. He leans down towards me to get to my lying position and it begins. I kiss him softly before reminding myself about the mint. With every stroke of my tongue, I twist my tongue to try to search. I feel myself leaning back but I fight it and lean into him. He goes from his position on his knees to leaning back on his elbows and I crawl on top of him. My hand moves from his shoulder to his hair. Our mouths open wider, which allows me access to find the mint. I tug his hair and a noise escapes him simultaneously. I take my other hand a twirl it into the collar of his shirt. I pull him closer to me and kiss him harder. Our mouth open wide and I'm again reminded of the mint. As I stroke my tongue up his, the taste of mint increasingly because stronger. Suddenly, his tongue is above my and I scoop up. I taste the strong winter mint flavor give a tingle to my tongue. It moves into my mouth and I hide it.

I really don't want to stop kissing him.

His hand weaves up my back under my top. I lean back and lift it over my head fast. I changed my bra to a comfier but still attractive beige leopard printed one. I graze my chest against his and move my body against his. I practically lay on top of him as I rock my hips in circular motions over his body. He moans into my mouth and my hands go on both sides of his head. I am hovering over him. It feels really odd with this mint in my mouth. I'm trying hard not to drop it into his mouth. With that in my mind, his tongue takes it and brings it into his mouth.