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Chapter 18

(Sorry for taking so long, I'm a terrible person I know :( From not on the chapters should come sooner!) 

Harry's POV

A buzz from my phone wakes me up, and I tap the off button with half closed eyes.

I roll over, facing the woman in my bed. She's already awake, facing me but not looking at me.

"Morning," I whisper.

"Good morning," Adella responds.

It's an odd situation. She's still mad at me, but yet last night she kissed me.

Finally, she looks up at me, smiling softly. Her small hand brushes the long hair that's pushed onto my forehead, moving it from my eyes.

"Thanks," I mutter, taking her hand. Sniffing, she rolls over and props herself on her elbows, studying me. I don't like it, not knowing what she's thinking when she looks at me. It could be affection or hate, even though there's a thin line between the two.

"What are you doing today?" I ask, scooting closer to her, and pulling her to me by grabbing her waist.

"Work," She sighs.

"I guess I'll just have to go with you." I say, pressing my lips underneath her ear, along her jawline.

"Harry, I work at a bookstore." She sits up, pulling away from me.

I don't give up easy, this time lying entirely on top of her. "That's a terrible job." I laugh, but I can't tell what she's hiding behind her eyes.

"I like it," She pouts, eventually returning my embrace.

I grab her ass, and she yelps. "I'm sure you do."

"It's true! I get to read and listen to music the entire time. It's nice." She tries to shrug while I'm on her, failing.

I roll my eyes, and I'm not surprised that she's so happy with an unsatisfying job. "I can get you an actual job."

She blinks slowly, interested. "How?"

"Well I know this guy, and he's got a lot of money to spend. He owns this huge house outside of the city, and he's constantly looking for a art to fill up his walls. The problem is he's so busy at whatever job he has that he doesn't time to pick out specific paintings. So that is what you would do. You'd go around Paris and find art that you think he would like."

"I know nothing about art."

I shake my head. "Yes you do. I would also help you, and be your... personal advisor."

"The last thing I need is you as my assistant." She laughs, filling the dullness of the room. I knew she would decline, she likes doing things on her own, and she doesn't want me to interfere.

"Maybe you would like it." I whisper, slipping my fingers under the hem of the tee shirt she's wearing. My tee shirt. I'm happy with the position that we're in, her under me as I'm propped up above her.

"I don't know," She looks up at me, lustful eyes and pink lips.

"Satisfaction guaranteed." I tease, and her bare legs wrap around my waist.

"Hmm,"

I want to laugh at her. She's so casually sexy, able to turn me on while we're having a normal somewhat normal conversation.

"What do you want to do today?" I ask her, rolling back over onto my side.

"I don't know. I have to work, but I don't have any classes."