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Chapter 15: It's Getting Crazy

What was I doing? I couldn't believe I was kissing Harry after I just broke up with Tanner. But I couldn't stop myself from tangling my fingers in his hair as I climbed onto his lap, eagerly pushing our lips together and barely giving either of us the time to breathe.

I felt like I had missed out on so much before I met Harry. He had given me experiences I would've never discovered if I had stayed with Tanner, and no matter what the articles and media said about him, Harry was always there for me.

Harry suddenly pulled away, saying, "Wait, wait."

"W-What?" I asked, caught off guard.

"I don't want to be your rebound, if that's what you're doing." He said softly. I frowned and sat back slightly, shaking my head.

"You're not a "rebound," Harry," I said. "I like you."

He pursed his lips and let out a sigh through his nostrils. "You just broke up with Tanner, and suddenly you like me?"

I completely removed myself from his lap. "What are you talking about? Of course I like you."

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at me. "You were always so reluctant to do anything with me. Why are you being like this now?"

"Obviously I wasn't going to be too keen on doing anything with you when I was with Tanner, Harry," I stated. "We were in a committed relationship, that's kind of how things work."

He scoffed at the word 'committed' and then proceeded to respond, "I didn't think you'd be this quick to move on."

I blinked a few times. Was he kidding? I looked away from him and adjusted my seat on the bed. "I'm sorry. . . um —,"

"As much as I'd love to take you right here, right now, I don't think I could do this knowing you're just doing this because you're hung up on Tanner."

"I'm not hung up on Tanner —," I defended, but he was quick to interrupt.

"Of course you are." He said. "He cheated on you and you trusted him."

"I just want to feel something." I blurted, keeping my eyes off him. "Tanner and I never did anything, and I feel like — I don't know, now that we're over, I can finally get that pleasure, or whatever. Be adventurous."

"That's all you want?" He said softly.

I nodded slowly, looking down at my lap. Maybe staying abstinent before marriage wasn't meant for me. I envied anyone who could, but I wanted more than just showing chaste forms of affection.

Harry suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. I gasped, and he attached his lips to mine. I started kissing back after I comprehended what was happening, letting my arms wrap around his neck and feeling his curls tickling my skin.

He moaned and bit my bottom lip, pulling it back and letting it go, bouncing back into place. "You know I don't do relationships, Viv."

I paused, feeling a lump form in my throat. I knew he didn't, and part of me still got my hopes up in case he'd change his mind; I was being too optimistic, he wouldn't change his mind just for me.

"I didn't ask for one." I replied, surprised with my own confidence. I think he was too, but then he swiftly rolled me over, straddling my waist and pinning my arms to the bed with his large hands.

"What do you want from me, Viv?" He asked. I couldn't tell if he wanted a sexual response, or a serious one, but his eyes were telling me he wanted a genuine answer. What did I want?

"I want. . ." I began, suddenly not knowing exactly. But the longer I stared into his eyes, the clearer it became. "I want you." I finished.

He let go of one of my wrists, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Viv, I just told you, I don't date —,"