Temptation

Chapter 76

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Beth's POV

"I think I want maroon curtains." I smile at him as he trails his eyes where my fingers point to.

He looks back at me quickly. His eyes wide and sparkling and his full grin showing. "Are you fucking with me?" The smiles fades suddenly.

I shrug hard. "No, I'm not kidding with you-" I correct, not wanting to repeat his foul language. "But this, I really think this is where I want to be." I tell him.

His eyes move from my eyes to my mouth and then back up.

"I feel like I can only be happy here.." I add. I look around the apartment. It's perfect, just the perfect size for two, I feel welcomed and it's the only place where I can try to get sleep. "With you." I continue to add things as I look back at him.

His mouth is slightly opened as he watches me talk.

"What?" I ask.

"You're serious?" His eyes are still wide.

I laugh and playfully push back his shoulder. "Yes! I'm not lying, I swear." I hold up my crossed fingers.

"I didn't think you'd agree," he tells me. "Ever-" he admits.

"Why not?" I frown.

"your mum. I feel like you're so caught up in thoughts of what other people would think."

"Well," I let out a deep breath. "I know I do that a lot, but this time I'm thinking about what I want."

"And this is what you want?" He asks.

"Yes."

"You're sure?"

"Harry," I laugh out. "Why do you keep asking me that?"

He doesn't smile now. His mouth is In a straight line as he thinks hard, he looks at the ground before he looks back up at me.

"What's wrong?" I ask, grabbing his hand.

"I-" he starts but then chokes.

"Tell me." I push.

When he is too embarrassed or too afraid to say something this is what he does. He holds it in and sometimes doesn't tell me what he thinking.

The past few weeks of getting him to tell me more has been progressing. Some of the days he would come out randomly and tell me about his past, more of it then he already has told me.

I want him to trust me.

I want the trust level to be equalized between the both of us.

"I just don't want you to say you're moving in and tomorrow you go and change your mind and leave." He finally tells me.

He bites down on the bottom of his lip, embarrassed.

"I'm not changing me mind." I shake my head. He releases his lip that was pressed too hard under his teeth, the redness and teeth marks are deep and red.

"I don't want you to feel like I pressured. I want -"

I push my finger to his lips to make him shut up. "Two weeks. I thought about this for two weeks., I'm sure." I tell him for what seems to be the billionth time.

Instead of answering, he leans in closer and kisses me on the lips softly. During the kiss, I open when I feel something under my shoe. I pull away and pick up the piece of paper.