Next To Love [Book 2]

Chapter 39 : Bad Memories

Melanie

The movie playing was halfway finished when we emptied our trays that were once full of delicious food. They were discarded of when we momentarily stepped inside Harry's penthouse to wash up and grab another blanket considering it was beginning to get slightly chiller outdoors, but I refused to stay inside and deprive myself of witnessing how beautiful the dark night sky contrasted so well with bright city lights. I disregarded the possibility of catching a cold and instead snuggled up close to Harry underneath two layers of warm blankets.

I'd say I've done a successful job of not worrying about anything else like I usually tend to do and simply keep a positive mood throughout the night. It certainly did help that Harry was there to distract me with his dark sense of humor and tonight's romantic preparation. This has probably been the nicest night I've had in a while.

"Should we go inside?" Harry deeply asks, his eyes leaving the screen to look down at me. "You're shivering." He adds in hopes of convincing me.

"I want to stay out here." I assure him, forgetting to inquire if he's only asking me this as an excuse to head back inside because he's cold and doesn't want to admit it. However, he doesn't seem bothered by the brisk wind at all, in fact, he seems rather fond of the cold aura.

When I feel him tear his arm from around my shoulders I fear that he'll leave me alone out on the rooftop of his penthouse to suffer this coldness by myself and allow me to watch the rest of the movie alone. However, I did not have to fear him leaving my side any longer when I realize he sat up on his knees to peal his army green suit jacket from his body and kindly hand to me. Reluctantly, I take it from his offering hands with a appreciative smile before allowing the jacket to hang from my shoulders like some sort of odd fashion statement. He chuckles at how oversized the expensive materials fits on my body but says nothing contributing to the matter. He then reaches into the front pocket of his matching army green trousers where he slips his thick, black faux leather wallet and sleek matte iPhone from before places them protectively near the spot where our shoes were set upon which we both kicked off earlier in order to truly get comfortable.

He reminds me of a frustrated cat aiming for the perfect spot on its owner to rest upon as he slides down the mattress, not seeming to get comfortable until he decides to lay his head on my lap, the rest of his long body sprawled off the mattress. I humorously smile at the silly potion he's found comfort in as I gaze down at him though he can't see me because his eyes have shut.

I didn't mind him falling asleep as long as I wake up next to him the next morning. Although. I really would have preferred to get to the end of this movie with him.

Suddenly, I hear him loudly sigh and I think I saw a sheer cloud of fog wisp into the air, demonstrating how cold it was getting the darker the night sky turned. Curiously, I advert my golden brown eyes back down onto his face where I catch sight of his eyes fluttering open and with his emerald irises he admires the twinkling stars above him which reflect off his light eyes, giving them a beautiful yet unreal glimmer. Once he senses my eyes on him he turns to me, catching me red handed. Normally I'd be embarrassed that he'd catch me practically staring at him and instantly look away, but I wasn't this time and I didn't look away; I allowed our eyes to interlock.

His cherry red tongue pokes out from between his paling, drying lips to moisturize them, leaving them glistening under the dim light as his tongue parts them. He seems as if he wants to say something but he sighs again to procrastinate until finally he decided to voice whatever it is that is running through the complexity that is his mind. "We never touched upon the topic between what happened between you and... Marcus again when I figured what truly had happened." There was definitely apprehension in his question right when he paused for a second or two before mention my assaulters name, but the question rolled off his tongue with such simplicity it was almost like he was asking any ole question.