Skin

10

Hello, it's been a while. I've provided you with a chapter containing all the content that I assume you've been awaiting for quite some time. Yes, there is smut. (written by my good chum thelittlestthings on wattpad, who writes incredible works.) If this makes you uncomfortable, kindly read however much you please. For those who welcome sexy-times with open arms, you can thank me now. Enjoy! Merry Christmas! (if you celebrate it, it not... Happy Tuesday!)

It had been some months now since Harry and I shared our moment at the dining table, charmed by the moonlight through my parted curtains. Throughout the time between then and now, I had continuously forced myself to repress the lies I told him. But time and time again, when I was met with the moonlight, I remembered.

Between then and now, I had been offered, and accepted, a job at the bookstore. I had nothing better to do, and couldn't decline an excuse to see Harry every day. He mostly had me working in the back, or by the shelves. The store wasn't nearly big enough for there to be anything else to do, other than pretending to clean and occasionally reading the merchandise for hours on end.

This is the life.

The weather had shifted from the dreamy warmth of summer, to its cold counterpart known as autumn. The absence of the sun as we quickly neared winter made it harder for me to wake up in the morning, but the thought of spending a day with Harry again always dragged me out of the warm sheets.

Harry had made a habit of walking with me to work in the morning, complaining alongside myself as the chilled air slapped our tired faces. I could feel the growing interest between both Harry and I alike, it was something that was developing slowly and cautiously, but somehow was becoming a sort of romance, categorized by our occasional kissing.

I found myself seeing the best parts of me, when I was with him.

Like any other day we made our way inside the small store, still quietly talking as we left our coats in the back and began our small tasks. On days like today, a Wednesday morning, we would possibly see three customers. Days like this sprung a type of excitement among Harry and I, the thought of the empty store for hours on end had potential to fuel many types of foolery.

"I think we've got some new arrivals in the back, if you're interested in taking the first look," Harry briefly spoke before clearing his throat. "Go on." He nodded towards the back door.

Without hesitation, and without a reply, I smiled at Harry as I paced towards the back offering a soft wink before closing the door behind me. Harry laughed as I did this, and I couldn't help but watch him through the small window in the door, just for a moment.

Like he had promised, a large box filled with books was placed in the middle of the room, right side up, and completely undisturbed.

I walked to the bench, on the left wall where Harry kept innumerable tools, and only one pocket knife that we used for opening packages. Swiftly, and excitedly, I took the knife, flicking it open and taking it to the tape of the brown box. I made crisp incisions before ripping the flaps open, exposing the fresh hardcover romance novels, and allowing the smell of the pages to rise.

I grabbed one, feeling the softness and the raised lettering beneath my finger tips. The cover was purple, with the potential to be black in some lighting. I continued to run my finger back and forth on the bubbled letters, before I heard the bell of the front entrance ring with an entrance. Casually, I kept the book in my hand, and walked towards the door which kept me confined in the back. I looked through the small window at Harry's stance by the desk. He palmed the surface with both hands, looking at the two stocky men who stood before him.

They clearly weren't interested in the books.

The men were suited, wearing thick sunglasses on such a cloudy and depressing day — It only made their presence more off putting, more so than what had initially struck me.