Lights (2019)

Down Where It's Wetter...

Harry pulls into his parent's drive and the porch lights are on. He shuts his car off and jogs over to open my door. I stand trapped between him and the car, the night air cool and crisp. I lean my head against his chest and he wraps his arms around me.

"I'm tired," I pout. His hands glide down my back, rubbing soft circles between the blades of my shoulders.

"It has been a long day," he agrees.

"I don't know how I am going to survive at that school," I grumble. "There are too many stairs."

He stifles a rough chuckle. "At least you'll have killer legs."

"Do I not have killer legs now?" I question jokingly. His hands dip down, looping under my thigh bring it up to his waist.

He nips lightly at my nose before whispering, "You have killer everything."

He presses me against the car and my arms loop around his neck. I smiled up at him and he leans forward and catches my lips. I bite at his bottom lip lightly which seems to encourage him further; he presses harder against me, his grip on my thigh tightening. My cheeks flush and my lips grow pink as my fingertips entangle in his long chocolate curls.

All of a sudden the flood lights glare and we jump apart. It is like staring at the light that you are supposed to see when you die. We hear a door slam shut and an exclamation of excitement. The lights shut off and I blink, dark blobs dancing across my vision. Anne appears with her hands clasped together.

"I thought I heard someone out here!" She gushes.

"Here we go," Harry grumbles.

"Hush, your mother is amazing."

"My goodness, look at you two." She cheers. "Blair, look so beautiful! You'll have to tell me all about the orientation! Harry, how is my baby boy?"

"Mum," he groans.

"Come in, come in! I'm just finishing dinner!" Anne beams.

Harry rolls his eyes. "We have our bags to get out."

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry, I'm just so excited to see you two!" She claps her hands together as she jogs back up the steps. "I'll get Robin to help you with the bags."

"That's all right, we've got them," I say to her. Anne grins at us again before retreating back into the house, leaving Harry and I alone again. We watch the door shut and wait a moment more in the silence of the night. I let out a sigh, Harry grabs me suddenly and presses a kiss to my lips. I end up laughing.

"She is probably watching from the window," I warn, kissing him back.

"Don't really give a damn," he whispers against my lips. His palms press to my cheeks as he cradles my face. He looks down at me with stars in his eyes before pecking my lips one last time.

"Come on, let's get our bags."

"This is going to be a long visit," he grumbles.

"What makes you say that?"

"My mum," he says. "She is so bubbly."

"Shut it, she's wonderful," I say. He hands me my things and I patiently wait for him to gather his. We make our way inside through the large wooden door and into the foyer. The ceiling reaches high and tall windows allow plenty of light in.

"Just leave the bags there, you can take them up later," Anne directs us. "Let me just call down Gem and Robin."

Harry stands next to me, his hands in his pockets.