Infinity | Sequel to Right Now |

Let It All Out

Author's Note: This chapter is more mature than anything I've written so far in this book.  I hope it won't offend you.  I thought you might like the songs I listened to while writing this chapter.

Kiss Me Slowly by Parachute

Kiss It Better by Rihanna

A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope

I Found by Amber Run

P.S. Tell me if you like that I shared these songs with you because lots of songs inspire me and I would love to share them with you.

Enjoy! -xx-

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Virginie's Point Of View

December 7th

I wake up to the sound of an alarm.

I open my eyes and feel Harry's arm sliding away from my body he was holding close to turn the sound off. I realise it's the first time I didn't wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night. I guess I had lots of other things on my mind.

I feel him moving away from me on the bed, but I don't want him to leave me. I roll around and grab his arm. He stops immediately and looks at me, laying back in bed to face me. I smile at him and he smiles back. My heart beats faster to this beautiful sight of him. I wish we could wake up next to each other like that everyday. My stomach feels all giddy as butterflies fly everywhere.

"Good morning Harry."

"Good morning Gynie."

I sneak myself closer to him to nuzzle my head against his neck, but I'm stopped by the phone under me. I take it and smile as I give it back to him. I remember everything I've read yesterday and there's no way I'm letting him go now. He never stopped loving me all of this time we were apart. It feels like his love was stronger than distance and time. I'm so happy he never let go, because I feel happier now than I have ever been.

I press my chest to his, followed closely by my lips on his. I can't resist touching him. He drives me crazy. My hands fly directly to his hair where my fingers tangle themselves and gently pulls it under the passion our kiss gets. Everything I felt for him just magnified with everything I know now. I crave for him, to touch his skin, to kiss his lips, but I mainly crave to be intimate with him because that's the apex of expressing my feelings for him.

In an instinctive move under the heat of our kiss, I roll my hips against him and I freeze. I feel him very hard on me and I wasn't expecting it. It's morning, I should have known.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry..." He steps away immediately, very sorry to have frightened me.

"Don't be, Harry. I'm just surprised."

"I'll get up and let you pack your stuff and get ready..." He says to me, trying to get out of bed.

Rushed with every ounce of confidence within me, and lust, and love, I tug on his arm and roll on top of him to pin him to the bed. His eyes grow wide open, clearly surprised by my behavior. Each of my legs slides on each side of him, straddling him, as I feel his erection against the pit of my belly.

What I thought would scare me forever makes me see things completely differently. I am not scared, I'm not an object. I am a soul loving another.

"What are you doing?" He whispers as I slide my body upper on his for my lips to be at the same height as his, caressing his chest with my hands on the way up. I kiss him briefly and look into his eyes to respond.