Unpredictable Love II

Chapter 115

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Chapter 115

Karleigh's POV

Grass is pressed beneath me as I lay flat on my back. Rays on sunlight pour down from the sky, absorbing into my skin as if I were a plant.

My head rolls to the side and I can feel the corners of my mouth tugging upwards as I find Harry's green eyes already watching me.

"What?" I breathe out.

His dimples appear before his teeth do, as a slow smile grows upon his face. "What are you thinking about, Karls?"

I peer into his eyes for a moment longer. "We're laying in a cemetery, surrounded by random graves, and you're asking me what I'm thinking about?" A smile is spread across my lips and I sarcastically raise my eyebrow at him.

Harry chuckles, but doesn't reply to my question so I shrug. "Lots of things." I admit. "My Dad, mainly." I don't emphasize on what I mean, Harry knows. I lay my hand in the grass and let the leafy pieces stick between my fingers as I comb it like hair.

My eyelids fall closed, acting like shutters for my tired eyes. A silent huff flows through my lips as I steady my breathing at the thought of my father.

Harry shuffles in the grass next to me, but I keep my eyes sealed shut. A shadow looms over me, blocking the sunlight from my figure. Peeling my eyes apart, I stare at Harry, who is now hovering above me, supporting his weight on his elbows.

"Have I ever told you that I think you're beautiful?" Harry asks me, his face beyond serious. The sincerity in his tone scares me in an odd way and I can feel my heart rate picking up. His eyes are smoldering and I'm loosing my breath.

"Once or twice." I whisper back to him, my voice nearly getting lost in the wind.

The pressure building within me from the look his eyes are giving me, is rapidly increasing. "Well, I think you're beautiful." I stare at his full lips as he speaks the words.

Careful, as if I'm scared that he may break, I drape my hand along the back of his neck. Tugging him gently down to me so his lips can connect with mine in the way that I so desperately need right now. His movements are soft and graceful against mine, and I suck in a deep breath as his lips move down my neck, as if I never saw him coming.

Harry's mouth breaks away from mine and I allow my eyes to open. He's breathing deeply and I watch his chest rise and fall above me. "Do..." He clears his throat. "Do you think, your dad would've liked me?" Harry asks, nervousness filling his tone.

My eyes never break away from his, a smile creeping onto my face. "Hell no. You? The sexy, young man who stole his precious daughter's virtue. Why would he like you?" I tease, winking at him. Harry throws his head back in laughter, his body toppling over beside me in the grass.

"You're right, he probably would've sliced my tires if I tried to pick you up for a date." Harry says slowly.

I cannot help but roll my eyes. "Ludicrous." I blurt. "He would've shot your tires, with his gun, because he was in the military." I correct.

Harry lays on his side, facing me, his eyes squinted up with laughter and I can't help but join in. It dawns on me that this is the first time that I've been able to happily reminisce on the memory of my Dad since his passing. My eyes fall back on Harry and I start to laugh again, not for the same reason though. This time I'm laughing because of the light feeling I feel within me. I laugh until my stomach hurts.