PART 10: Distraction

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The way down to the cellar is a bit of a blur. I remember him pulling me along and me being anxious and in suspense while making sure nobody saw us. There was a big metal door—which I thought would be locked but apparently wasn't—that Harry opened up before carefully leading me inside and causing me to be the first person to hurry down the tall steel staircase.

The room that the staircase led to was reasonably big and at the very end of it was a narrow corridor that was completely unilluminated. The ceiling was not much more that two feet above our heads and in the centre of it was a tiny lightbulb that again, was not lit. The only subtle beam of light that made it manageable to glimpse anything at all in the room was coming from a tiny window at the top of one of the walls that was high enough for it to be impossible to see the outside.

"Are you sure nobody comes here?"

I finally laid my eyes on Harry and regained my tingly feeling. He was inching closer to me when I felt my gut tighten due to the sensual look on his face. I watched how his tongue slid over his slightly parted lips before he let his hand creep its way to my wrist. I felt a certain chilliness against my skin, so I looked down and noticed the signature rings around his long fingers. His knuckles whitened when his slim fingers folded them around my hand, his thumb pressing down lightly in order to squeeze.

"Yes. Other than the janitor and the cleaners. But that's not during this time a day," he said. His touch was tracing up my forearm, but somehow he made it feel like he was sensing my every nerve. That bony hand with those knuckles and those cold pieces of jewellery made it impossible for me to focus on anything else. He continued, his voice hoarse and low, "Tell me. What made you change your mind?"

His other hand—with one less ring—fell to my waist where it clambered around the fabric of shirt. I could tell that his eyes lingered on my face but I didn't dare to meet his gaze. His boots were inching closer to my sneakers until their tips were touching the toes of mine.

"Are you gonna tell me?"

His left hand was then flat against my waist and his right one once again sliding down to my hand. He ended up playing with my fingers—which were pretty much lifeless—and soon folded his own around them, pulling my arm a little in the process.

"At least you don't shudder away when I'm touching you," he whispered.

I was fully satisfied but did not want to give him the pride of saying that. I felt as though I wouldn't mind if he were to trace me the way he did for an eternity, considering how it sent pleasing sparks through my skin and made my heart flutter in a way I never knew was possible.

The hand that had previously had supported my waist finally found its way to my neck. I felt him graze around it, brushing the tips of his fingers alongside the nape before getting tangled up in the hair right behind my ear. Closing my eyes, I inhaled and swallowed hard. I knew I couldn't just stand there. I needed to do something in return to make it work.

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