He kicked the door shut with his foot and backed me up into the bed sitting me down. He removed his face from mine for a glimce of a second before I pushed him back. We both backed up onto the bed, him hovering himself over me. I ran my hands threw his hair curling the ends with my fingers. He fell next to me and wrapped his arms around me pushing me up to his chest. "Harry," I pulled from the kiss. I was stuck in the moment I can't just let him get off.
"Shh," his minty breath tickled my nose. I went to speak again and he planted a quick kiss on my lips to stop me. "It never happened, okay?" He stared at me and smiled running his hand in my hair as I did his. His eyes were still red and puffy but his nose was clear and no tears seemed to threaten from his eyes. We sat there running our hands through each other's hair while staring and laying next to each other getting lost in time, seeming to forget what happened moments earlier.
Maybe it was love, no matter what mistakes you make you stick together and work it out.
