The kiss is fast and hard, Harry's tongue lapping against mine in the best of ways. We a struggle to keep our hands off each other, and we finally give up. Harry nudges me to where I roll on top of him, to where we can reach each other better, and he closer as well. Harry fists the ends of my hair, lightly tugging. I place my hands on his biceps, running them over the smooth skin every now and then.
"I knew you did," Harry gasps into my mouth, still now slowing the kiss down. He waits for the chance before continuing. "You just wouldn't let yourself believe it."
I knew he was right, he spoke what I had thought just a few minutes ago.
I gasp when I feel Harry turn us over to where he is on top of me, and I'm laying disgruntled on the bed, my hair probably a mess. Harry slows the kiss down, it becoming more passionate.
My eyes widen, and my back arches when Harry brings his lips to my neck, sucking and biting the delicate skin. He kisses around, until he finds a spot that drives me wild when he places his lips there.
"Harry," I involuntary gasp, turning my head to allow him more access. He hums, and sucks on the skin just a bit harder. It's pleasurable, with just a small bit of pain because of the blood he's bringing to the surface. I'm sure they'll be a mark there.
Suddenly, the door swings open and Harry immediately jumps off me, turning to face the door. I bolt up to where I'm in a sitting position on the bed, and sweep the hair out of my eyes, and I know my cheeks are red.
I have to stop myself from groaning when I see that the person barging into the room is Max. What does she want? I furrow my brows. I can't help but to have a little but of a scowl on my face.
"What is it?" Harry sounds a bit angry as well as he asks her this, and I feel my heart swell in satisfaction that he's not happy with her either. I watch as he pushes his hair back out of his eyes. It had been messed up during the previous events we'd taken part in.
"Someone told Wayne that you brought her here," Max says, tilting her head in my direction. "He isn't happy that she's here, afraid she'll give away our hideout."
Hideout? It doesn't seem much of a hideout, being in plain sight like it is. It kind of contradicts it's purpose,
In that case.
Harry groans. "Who the hell told him? Why can't anyone keep their mouth shut?" He rubs his eyes with his fists, like he's tired. He probably is. I can't see how he's going to drive us back tonight. That seems to be the least of his worries right now.
Max shrugs, turning around and already heading out the door. I notice a vibrant tattoo of a snake coiling around the back of her neck and over her right shoulder blade. I shiver.
"I don't know, but you better go and smooth things over before you get kicked out. Again," she tells him, leaning her head back inside the room before walking off.
Harry sighs, and I do too. "Come on," he says and I comply, following him out the door.
"Who's Wayne?" I ask quietly once we're out in the hall, running my fingers along the white concrete blocks of the wall.
"He's kind of in charge of who stays here. Kind of like a landlord. Only the people who he gives a room here can come, or is supposed to come, anyway."
"And you brought me, so he's not happy," I finish for him, nodding my head. Harry nods.
"It'll be fine. I don't think he knows that I'm your guardian."
We walk back through the door leading to the bedrooms and back into the main room. People still swarm the area, their voices still flooding the place. I'm relieved when I don't see Max anywhere. I really can't stand there, although I don't know why, besides the fact that she's a bit rude. There's just something off about her.
