Keeper

Chapter 38

I sat on my bed, book in my lap.  The pen in my other hand habitually tapping against my lip.

But nonetheless my head was racing.  And I could still feel my heart beating a mile a minute from within my chest.

 I sat there, replaying everything in my head, every damned detail.  But it’s not like I could help it.

I remember him carrying me to his room like a little baby.  Although, of course, Harry preferred the term, ‘princess’.

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Once he had set me down on the cushion of his mattress he dipped down, softly planting a small kiss to the tip of my nose before moving to take his shirt off.  That’s when I took the time to watch as his every muscle began to protrude, his arms flexing.  I had never really taken the time to notice nor consider the small details of his being; the imperfect beauty he held.

When my eyes caught his I noticed how sparked they were with an electric green.  But the green was very small in circumference compared to the black.  I had never seen him like before.  Hell, I had never seen anyone like that before.  So overtaken with a sense of sensuality; desire.  It was odd.  It was only odd because he was like this because of me.

At first it all felt strange.  But then I began to feel somewhat proud.  I never knew I had this kind of hold over Harry.

I went to go take my blouse off—

“Wait.” Harry cut in.  I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, my hands still gripping the fabric.

“Let me.”

He sounded out of breath.

I nodded.

“Alright.”

My skin arose with goose bumps as Harry’s hands glided up my slides, taking the  once warm fabric with him.  His fingers were cold, along with the metal rings adorning them.  My teeth began to chatter; a reaction from being both bare and nervous; I could easily tell I was being more than skittish.

But I calmed down once I noticed how concerned Harry had appeared, his eyes soft. Harry’s hand came up, caressing my jaw.  His thumb then began to graze my lip.

“You okay?”  He asked.

I nodded, a small smile finding it’s way onto my lips.

Then Harry’s eyes travelled down to my jeans, then back up to mine.

I took a deep breath,

then nodded.

Harry nodded back and went for the zipper, teasingly taking his time to zip it all the way down.  I could see the blush in his cheeks.  I started to laugh.  And not soon after so did Harry.  He helped pull the fabric from my body, leg by leg.  And then he went for his own zipper, doing the same.

Then we were left in just our underwear.  I stayed lying down, my back against the  pillows and headboard of the bed.  Harry was beside me, on his knees.  My ears were filled with the obnoxious ringing of the blood pumping through my veins as Harry came to plant a kiss on my forehead.  

And then on my lips.

I almost missed what he said,

but I was glad I hadn’t.

“You’re so freaking gorgeous,” he hummed, the four words vibrating against my lips.

And then he kissed me again.