Underneath My Skin

Ch. 19

I wake up and groan. Instead of the position I was in earlier, I am now on top of Harry with my head on his chest and my arms rapped around him. I sit up and look down at him. His eyes are shut and his thick eyelashes rest on his cheeks. I lift my hand and push the hair off his forehead that was stuck there from sweat. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me.

"How'd you end up like this?" He asks, his voice is raspy from just waking up.

I try to get off of him but his grip on me tightens.

"What do you want to do today?" He asks.

"You said river rafting or canoeing. That sounds fun. I prefer a raft though."

He smiles and his beautiful dimples show. He looks at my bare chest and my stomach burns. He then look in my eyes and lifts his hand and tucks a stray curl behind my ear.

"Lets get ready" He says.

I get off him and roll off the bed, but as soon as I stand up he grabs my wrist. I turn around and look at him.

"What?" I ask.

"Shower with me," he smiles.

He's not asking me, he's telling me. Well he's in a good mood. I bet that will soon change. I nod and he stands from the bed, I quickly look away from his naked body. We walk into the bathroom and brush our teeth, and it takes everything I have not to look at him.

He's confusing me. What did he mean when he said he's no good for me? Does he think I like him? Do I like him? No, of course you don't Briella. Snap out of it.

He walks over to the shower and continuously turns the knobs until he finds his desired temperature. He steps in and my lips part, my palms become sweaty, and my heart hammers inside my chest. The way the water trickles down his tall, toned, tanned, tatted frame sends a rush of heat to my groin.

He looks at me and gestures for me to get in with him. I gulp and shake my head. A shower is just a little too intimate for me. When I took a bath with him, it was intimate and I thought he cared about me. I will not let my guard again. He furrows a brow at me.

"Why? What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing, I'll just wait until you're finished."

Before e can say anything I hurry out of the bathroom and over to my room. I throw on a T shirt and lay on my bed. What's going on with him? He's different....

Ten minutes or so pass by and Harry walks into my room dripping wet with nothing but a towel on. I swallow but there's no spit. My eyes are as wide as soccer balls.

"I'm finished. You can take a shower now."

He walks out of my room and I hear his bedroom door shut. I get up and take a quick shower. When I'm finished I throw my wet curls into a pony tail. I don't bother putting on make up because we'll probably be on the river all day.

I walk to my room with just a towel on and start searching through my bag. I decide to wear a plane gray shirt, shorts, and flip flops. I walk out of my room and the smell of chocolate fills me nostrils. I follow the smell into the kitchen. I see Harry carrying two plates, stacked with pancakes, to the bar.

He has a folder black and white bandana holding his hair back like a head band. The way it holds his unruly , slightly damp curls back makes my mouth run dry. He has on a plane white T shirt and black swim trunks. He sits on the bar stool, I walk over to him and sit beside him.

"Pancakes are your favorite breakfast food, so I though you'd like some." He says.

I smile and my cheeks warm. "Yes, thank you."