Highest Rank #61 in Fanfiction! Juliette McGill finds the perfect position as a nanny for a young boy with special needs. Only when she arrives at the family's home in British Columbia, she discovers that the boy is not quite what she expected and t...
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With the marked change in power and equality came something else - a change inside of me, an influx of courage. I wiped the residual dampness from my cheeks and pushed myself off of Harry's chest just enough to look him in the eye. He'd been crying too, which made me want to cry all over again, but I fought it, wanting the presence of mind to communicate one thing to Harry.
"I love you," I said delicately.
A lazy, contented smile crossed his face. "I love you, Jules."
I glanced down at his lips and back to his eyes. "I mean I love you, Harry," I whispered. I leaned down enough to let my lips brush against his. I sensed his hesitation, so I spoke against his mouth. "Is this okay?"
"Yes," he whispered and I pressed my mouth against his, forcing out anything that stood between us. He reciprocated, moving his mouth sweetly and a bit awkwardly against mine while his hand made its way to my back. I cupped his cheek and dove deeper into the kiss, humming a soft sigh of satisfaction.
When I finally pulled back, a light shone in his eyes that I hadn't seen before, along with a bit of shyness and uncertainty. "You love me?" He asked. "Like that?"
"You're my Match, Harry," I told him with emotional tears welling in my eyes.
Affection and passion set his eyes dancing as he connected our lips in a soul-waking kiss. We kissed for what felt like hours, touching each other's faces, hair, and bodies, just reveling in our newfound connection.
"You're my match, Jules," he finally said, his voice full of conviction. "I've always known, since the first day you arrived."
I kissed him again, this time becoming a bit more aggressive but trying to hold back since he was very new to all of this. I was his first experience of anything. Ever. But god I was so turned on, having him lying next to me like this, caressing the curve of my back, kissing me like he'd had years of practice. And I was so filled with love and gratitude for him that I never, ever wanted to let him go again.
It was early evening when hunger for food won out over hunger for each other. "We need to eat. I'm pretty hungry."
"I'm starving," he agreed but when he got up from bed again, he looked a little queasy. "I don't feel good, Jules."
I rushed to his side, flashbacks of the night before playing in my head. "What hurts? Are you going to throw up? What can I do?"
He sat back on the bed and said, "I just feel dizzy."
"You had so many medications in your system so your body is probably either withdrawing or detoxing or maybe it's just the side effects of taking all that stuff at once." I explained the terms to him and then decided we should eat a high-protein dinner.
I helped him to the kitchen and made him eat some cheese and drink a few glasses of water while I cooked up some hamburgers. We ate quietly by the kitchen table, sharing meaningful glances and contented smiles while we ate.
