Resolution

Nineteen : Saffron

Nineteen : Saffron

It had been over a week and almost every night, more like early morning, Harry and I hung out. After I worked during the day then chilled with Darci and when he was done with the band (who I'd seen and formally apologized too) we would meet up – usually at my house or a deserted coffee shop and we would hang out and talk. About everything and nothing. Our relationship was going great.

Yeah, real great.

But in all honesty, I wanted more.

Every night I saw him, the hugs seemed too short, his dimple-filled smiles too teasing and his velvet voice too soothing. I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him. I wanted to kiss him. Hug him. Hold him. Just have him.

Darci said I was growing sexually frustrated and she was totally getting a kick out of it but I found it, well, frustrating. I know we were taking things slow and on his terms but I liked him more than a friend and I didn’t know how long I would last just being his friend. Every time I saw him, I made sure to be nice. I didn't want him to find another reason to leave me – I couldn't go through that again. But if I kept being nice, I was definitely going to crack. I had too many dangerous emotions swirling beneath the surface.

So on a dark Thursday night, as we were leaving the coffee place – which had three people more than usual – I finally snapped. Harry had given me a hug goodbye down a hidden alleyway but the hug had seemed too short. Too teasing. His hands lingered at my waist and his eyes darted to my lips more than usual. And when he started to walk back to his car, I finally snapped.

I skipped after him and just as he opened his car door, I slammed it shut then turned him around. Before he could say anything to match his surprised expression, I smashed my lips against his, grabbing his collar in my hands.

It was a short and unrequited kiss but it was a kiss nonetheless. I pulled back and stared into his eyes, keeping his jacket balled in my hands. "I needed to do that," I whispered huskily, our lips not further than an inch from each other. "I'm sorry but I can't take it any longer. I like you way more than a friend and I can't keep that bottled up any longer or I may explode."

My eyes searched over his face, trying to figure him out. His slackened expression soon turned into a cheeky grin. He bit his lip and looked at me through his long lashes. "Really?"

"Yes Harry, you idiot. I thought you would've figured that out the first time we kissed. I don't just go around kissing whomever I please," I said, slightly irritated by his expression.

"Naww and there's the Saffron I enjoy! It's been a week of nice Saffron and I was starting to get worried. You're well and truly forgiven, you don't need to be a little sugar drop anymore."

I narrowed my eyes. "Did you just call me a sugar drop?"

He rolled his eyes. "Oh just shut up and kiss me."

My eyes went wide and he laughed, raising a mocking eyebrow in the process. "Oh so only one of us can be demanding?"

"You're too cute and lovely to be demanding. Leave that up to me," I replied but before he could say anything, I brought his lips down to mine. 

He responded instantly, his hands coming to my waist and pulling me closer. As he massaged my lips just as tender as he had done the very first time, my hands unfurled from his jacket. As they slipped down his torso, his hands moved up my body before cupping my face. He took control of the kiss and it was longer than the first kiss we shared.

And to match his personality, Harry's kisses were slow and soft and definitely soothing. But despite all that, it still elicited heat from deep inside of me. A head that seemed to engulf me and lick at my fingertips and toes.