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Chapter 40: Proof

"That's bullshit," Harry snapped before stepping forward, "kiss me then."

I eyed him questioningly, "what?"

"Kiss me," he ordered,"prove to me that you don't feel the same way about us anymore."

Why was he making this so difficult?

"Harry, I don't need to prove anything to you," I said as I looked away.

He placed his finger on the side of my chin and turned my face back to him.

"What are you afraid of?" he whispered huskily as he raised an eyebrow, "the fact that you still have feelings for me?"

I couldn't help but get lost in his emerald orbs all over again. It took me a while to snap out of it, and when I did I mentally cursed myself for that.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I shook my head and stared down at his lips, seeing that his intense gaze was too much for me to handle.

One minute his lips were before me and the next I felt them brush gently against my cheek over to my ear. His hand snaked around to the small of my back, ushering me forward against his body. I couldn't even think straight as I shut my eyes and inhaled his familiar cologne that I remembered so well.

"I think you still love me, but don't want to admit it," Harry murmured, his warm lips tickling the shell of my ear as he spoke.

"I-I told you, I've gotten over us," I lied, opening my eyes to see that his neck was literally inches away from my lips.

"Oh really?"

"Yes," I exhaled shakily, feeling my heart pound in my throat.

His sudden kisses down my jaw halted my thoughts as he continued towards the corner of my mouth. I parted my lips slightly, hoping and wishing he'd press his against mine.

But then, just like that, I felt him back away.

I was confused, and I wanted to say something, but that disappointed expression on his face told me I shouldn't.

"I understand," Harry mumbled, running his hand through his hair, "I'm so stupid."

He turned and headed towards the door whispering "God, I'm such a fucking dumbass" under his breath.

Seeing him go didn't sit well with me. It made me realize that I was an idiot for thinking I didn't need Harry in my life, let alone for trying to avoid him. The stupid mistake he made was in the past and I can't hold that against him, plus I never gave him a chance to explain himself. Yeah, he was stupid, but we all make dumb mistakes.

"Harry wait," I choked out, swallowing the lump in my throat.

Harry began to turn around, but before he fully did I ran up to him and stood on my toes to crush my lips against his.

I caught him off guard because it took him a few seconds before he kissed me back. And when he did his kisses were hungry and demanding, but I knew mine were just the same considering how much I had missed him.

His hands slide around my waist, bringing me close to his body again before they started roaming down my back. I sighed against his lips, missing the electrifying feeling of him kissing me roughly. I ran my hands through his hair, gently tugging on it. Harry growled, his sexy sound vibrating through my mouth.

"I missed you," he breathed against my lips, "I missed this."

"I missed you so much," I whispered back, gently stroking his cheek.

Harry pressed his lips against mine again, indulging in the sweet moment. He traced an outline of my lips with his tongue, begging me to let him in. I gladly opened up, and moaned as his tongue slid into my mouth. His hands slid under the hem of his shirt that I was wearing, and traveled up bringing it along with him. He broke the kiss to gently pull it up over my head, before meeting my lips passionately once more.