His hands found their way to her hips, gently laying on the fabric of her shirt. She pressed her body against his and tangled her fingers in his hair. He was so warm. She kissed him furiously like she was finally satisfying a craving she had for years. He made a surprised noise in response to her enthusiasm. It only took a couple seconds for them to fall in sync.
He was a great kisser.
Her lungs were burning and so was her face. She pulled away first.
"What in the... Harry?" she said. Her hands were still tangled in his hair. He buried his face in her neck and mumbled something. "What?"
"I don't know! You're such a pain but I can't get you out of my head. You're so confusing," he said. She could smell his hair and his deodorant. Her heart was beating so hard she wasn't sure how he didn't hear it. Her breathing was heavy.
She hadn't kissed anybody since just before her mom passed away. It was a party on the west side of town. Drugs, alcohol, the whole nine yard. She had a one night stand with somebody whose face she still can't remember. She hadn't even thought of anything like that since then. Whenever somebody even put their hand on he thigh she got angry about it. Why was she so alright with this? It was like he opened a flood gate.
She gently nudged him off of her. She couldn't do this right now, it was to complicated. Too much to process.
"Later." she said. She wasn't sure if it was a goodbye or a promise. She didn't feel sure of anything right now.
She turned and opened the door, but before she could step into the hallway he spun her around and kissed her cheek. It was quick and sweet and it made both of their faces burn. She left right after.
What was he thinking? He's surprised she didn't literally murder him.
She was so squishy. He hadn't expected it, her tough demeanor gave the impression that she could beat somebody up without even lifting a finger. But she was soft. He could still feel the way her teeth had grazed his bottom lip and her hands wove into his hair. It made his stomach flip and his cheeks burn. Everything about her was etched into his brain.
He needed to sit down.
His fingers pressed against his lips. He could still taste her chapstick.
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Fiksi PenggemarThe fire, the fight, the money. All Valentine wanted was to help her dad and her sister. Babysitting a dangerous street fighter wasn't how she thought she would be doing it. It's funny how things work out. Harry is cool and funny and gorgeous but sh...
