Torn

Chapter 27

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Selena...

It's been five hours since Harry's 'reckoning' in the kitchen counter. Though I'm not sure if it was highly triggered by the hanging cloud of his post-orgasmic state, still, it managed to hit me with shock.

Nonetheless, I heard myself utter a small yes.

Harry gave me a nod instantly, quickly making an effort to appear he had been absorbed by anything else than a blowjob, before hastily scurrying off towards the door faster than I could rant in hysteria. His words drifted in disoriented shouts, but I am fairly certain I was able to correctly catch some phrases 'will be at aunt Cassie's', 'need to take care of some things first' and 'catch you later babe'. But even before I could manage to slip just a single question out, his gorgeous frame poked back, face sporting an abashed, dimpled grin, his thick mane of a hair trailing right after him like a soft, silky curtain. Just like the first time, I was left stunned by the sudden flurries in his demeanour that I wasn't even able to react once he grabbed my face and kissed me firmly and lingeringly.

It was only when he left and I heard the tires squeal against the gravel that I understood what he was mumbling as he came scurrying back before taking my breath away with his sinuous lips.

Sorry baby, I almost forgot.

A smile teased my lips as I realized this, fingers instinctively tracing the warmth left on my mouth. It was oddly breathtaking and astonishing how natural it felt to act like a madly smitten girlfriend around him. But of course, as pleasing as that is to the ears and mind, the thought did have a downside.

We were anything but.

I do find it surprising to have welcomed this idea with ease. But seriously, how could I not? We've exchanged flirty remarks, kissed and had sex – a lot might I add – so who am I to do a Pilate and have my hands washed now? Admittedly, as stupid as it sounds, I still am uncertain where we'd lead after this rendezvous. Though I do know we have to reach some sort of verdict on where we stand.

I am aware of what Harry feels for me, but how strong – it is with shame that I find myself doubtful. It isn't because I think of him as insincere, when truthfully that is just absurd. Harry is one of, if not the most honest man that I've ever met. But I am not a heroine to a Jane Austen paperback and most commonly than not, even the most genuine of intentions are put to the test and can end up swayed or withered through time and experiences.

We've been close friends going back to the moment I've first known him. Truly, looking back right now to our once platonic relationship, I could honestly say a lot of our actions then – whether intentional or accidental – seemed to border beyond innocent and as deduced, were most likely brought about feelings left in the back burner. Yet fast forward to the present and all we're lacking is a label.

I know Harry deserves more credit from me than this, but I just can't help than to picture the scenarios if I end up as his girlfriend.

No doubt he would still be a sweet gentleman, but even if we could have it as a secret, I know it won't take long for us to keep it under the radar, and if so what then? Would he still be as persistent once we take the fire from angry fans and loyal friends? And if at some point we realized it was a mistake, would we still be able to salvage the remains of our friendship?

Most importantly, would I ever be ready?

Thankfully, yet frustratingly the loud beep of my phone jerks me from the chagrin in my thoughts.