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fifty five

Le mot juste (noun) (French) - the right word at exactly the right time

"Is that choking you?"

"Huh?"

"Your necklace," Harry drew a line around his neck with his own fingers, gesturing to my choker. "Isn't it called a choker?"

"Well, yes." I pressed my knee against his, both of his knees exposed from under his ripped jeans.

"Then isn't it choking you?" Harry egged on. "That sounds a tad unsafe, love."

"It's not." I playfully rolled my eyes. "It's just called that."

"I'm worried for your health."

"Don't be."

"I'd like if it were my hands choking you instead." Harry's lips curled into a mischievous smirk.

I shook my head, biting the corner of my top lip. "Choking isn't my thing. Just reminds me of Dylan, you know."

"He chocked you?" Harry damn near choked himself after hearing that.

I nodded, my eyes squinting as they glanced into the sunlight. "Makes me all tense and anxious. Not very sexy."

Harry nodded sadly before easing back into his beautiful, trademark smirk. "We'll just have to ease into it, then."

"Not sure about that."

"Just wait. I'm going to open your sexual repertoire." His eyes lit up. "I want to turn you into my little sex kitten."

"Sex kitten." I chuckled and Harry laughed out loud. "Shut the fuck up."

"We'll see where we're at in a few months."

"We will."

"Anyway, I think my necklace is cooler than yours." He prodded.

"Hmm?" I glanced up from my brochure to look at Harry's necklace, a silver cross that dangled against his revealed chest. "It is pretty cool."

"My mum gave it to me before I left for LA." Harry squeezed the cross between his thumb and index finger. "My mum used to be really religious before she met Taron. I'm not really religious myself, I just wear it because it reminds me of my mum."

"Your mom sounds super cool." I gave him a small smile before highlighting a line in the Philadelphia brochure.

I was already pretty set on Philly, and Jacob had already agreed to start writing my recommendation letter for it. I was just going over last minute details regarding the internship. I didn't know how I was going to tell Harry that I was choosing Philadelphia, but I had to do it sometime.

"She's is super cool."

"Maybe one day I'll meet her?"

I knew that I was pushing the boundaries by asking, but I couldn't help it. I was genuinely curious if he thought I would ever meet his family.

Harry parted his soft lips to speak but his phone buzzed abruptly against the fancy table before he could speak. Our eyes both darted towards him phone screen, which read 'G'.

"Who's G?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Gemma." He hesitantly picked up his phone. "Do you mind?"