Dare

Chapter 60

| Sixty |
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HARRY

'All he ever thought was about her...

...she occupied his mind at all times.'

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My arms remained wrapped around her, refusing to withdraw from her warm body.

I look at her: so peaceful and still. She really was beautiful.

For once, everything was ok.

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My eyes slide open and my eyes search for Ariana but she isn't in my arms, nor is she in the room.

I stand up and walk down the hall, hearing the clatters of plates. My nose captures the delightful smell of food.

As I walk in, my eyes dart to her, though she is turned the other way.

I bite my lip, watching her. My eyes glue onto her as she sways her hips and dances a little. I smirk.

I can hear her. Hear her angle like voice singing. Not loudly, almost mumbling but I can hear her.

It's the little things she does that makes me so crazily weak for her.

My eyes watch her reach for the top cupboard, unable to grasp the plates. I wanted to walk up and help her but I couldn't help be entertained by her.  A smile crawls onto my lips. I could watch her every fucking day.

My eyes wonder to her ass as she reaches up, struggling. I wanted her so fucking bad.

I lick my lips. I want to feel her hot body on mine, grinding. Her moans. Her lips down me while I feel myself inside of her... fuck.

I want her.

She is mine and I like that a lot.

She finally reaches a plate and with the other hand tries to grab another.

I quietly walk over and my hands slide round her bare hips. I intended to pull her up to help her reach a plate but my actions must have startled her as she drops the plate, watching it smash into pieces.

"Harry! You scared me!" she squeals.

She twists round and her eyes stare at mine for a moment. I lean into her neck. I couldn't help it, I always wanted to touch and pleasure her. I wanted to hear a moan escape her perfect lips.

She is my weakness.

"Sorry babe," I mumble.

My lips scrape up her neck and kiss her cheek.

I look at her as her eyes lingered over the sharp glass on the floor.

"I am so sorry about the plate," she swallows, biting her lip.

My eyes glare at her plump lips.

"Don't worry babe, it's just a plate,"

"Still," she says.

"I was trying to reach for one, but you've put them really high. Seriously though, who puts them on the highest shelf? Barely anyone can reach them," she moans.

"I know, but I was too busy checking out your sexy ass," I smirk.

She blushes before gently hitting me on the shoulder.

"And babe, I can reach them," I chuckle.

She bites her lips and rolls her eyes.

"People tend to go for them when they're fucked here. Guys just love to smash some plates when they're drunk." I mumble.