The Unextraordinary Life of Alexandra Jane (Editing)

Chapter Thirty-Four: Je t'aime

The rain has stopped and a deafening silence has spread across the whole house. The only sound comes from underneath where my head is laid. Harry's heartbeat is slow, not matching the rhythm of which is chest rises and falls. 

I move my arm from his torso up to his chest and begin drawing patterns on his bare chest with my fingertips. His whole body is toned and even, as if perfectly sculpted by one of the most prestigious artists known to man. 

Harry's always been warm but the cold winter air from outside has managed to seep through every crack in this house, making it the same temperature as outside. But right now, as Harry's and I's bodies remain interlaced, and the memories from last night creep their way way into my mind, I've never felt so warm in my life.

The fire I take as passion coils around me like snake, engulfing my body with warmth and a fiery feeling I can't explain.

I tilt my head up and and take in his beautiful features. For the first time I'm not looking up at my clumsy best friend, I'm looking up at a boy I've completely and irrevocably fallen in love with. 

I scoot my body up and crane my neck so our faces almost touch. I look down at the way his eyebrows push together in the center slightly, how his long eyelashes brush the top of his cheeks, how his hair sticks to the sides of his face. How his plump lips part when he sleeps. 

I lean an inch down and softly place my lips to his, I feel him smile and lean back to find him smiling up at me, showing his dimples. 

"Isn't it to early to be horny Alexandra Jane" He says opening his eyes

"The term is called morning sex Harold" I tease back swatting his chest as I watch his eyes widen at my words

"Alexandra Jane language" he chuckles 

"You started it" I tease back

"It's too early for this" Harry yawns

I laugh and scoot off his chest so I'm laying directly next to him. He does the same, turning on his side so he's facing me.

He reaches over and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and rubs his thumb on the curve of my cheekbone. 

I watch panic take over his face as horror fills mine. 

"Harry" I gasp sitting up pulling the covers up to cover my naked body

I cup my mouth to try to control the sob I know is coming

"Alex, what's wrong?" Harry's voice is frantic

He tries to reach for my arm but I push him away

"Don't," I say in between sobs "Touch me"

"Alex what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Harry, I'm infected! I was told to not have sex yesterday! And that's exactly what we did! Harry oh my god, I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry" I cry, feeling as if all the air has been sucked from room

He moves closer and notice he's already changed into a pair of black briefs, he's right in front of me and I begin to push him away but his long arms reach me, grasping my shoulders he tries to hold me still. 

"Alex stop fighting me" His voice is calm but holds a hint of demand

I press my hands to his chest and turn my head so I don't meet his eyes

"Alex, please" I feel his finger curl around my chin and pull it so I'm facing him 

His eyes are soft, gentle, soulful are more loving and emotional, piercing into mine.