Good Intentions| Editing

Nineteen

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I wake up to the sounds of Family Feud. Harry was sitting up in bed watching the game show. He notices me awake and kisses the top of my head. "Merry Christmas Eve, little miss."

"Mmhm. You too," I groan getting up to use the restroom. I do my business then come back out and lay on Harry. I rest my head on his legs, with my small feet hanging off the bed. Eyes closed, I try to go back to sleep.

"Funeral! God dammit!" Harry shouts at the TV. My eyes shoot open and I jump from his yelling.

"Harry. Steve Harvey can't hear you. Shut up." I say upset from him waking me up.

"He can too if he really tried." He snorts.

I laugh at his little tantrum. He acted like such a child sometimes. Harry finally settles down and watches his show in silence while I shut my eyes again. But, Harry claps along to the TV keeping me from sleep. I lay with my eyes closed on Harry's leg for what feels like forever. He was so comfortable and warm.

"Arabella," he says out of nowhere. "What's your fantasy?"

My eyes shoot open. Fantasy? Why would he ask that? I stay quiet and pretend like I'm sleeping. "I know you're not sleeping. Quit dodging the question." Fuck.

"My fantasy is that I make millions, I live in a huge ass house and I can do nothing all day because I'm so rich."

I practically see him roll his eyes. He scoffs at my statement. "Arabella. Seriously." He says in his accent that could make a girl do or say anything.

I internally cringe. I try to stall him more. "What do you mean fantasy?"

"Oh come on. You know, sexual fantasy." He says like he's making everyday conversation and not talking about my inner most desires.

My eyes squeeze shut and prepare for the awkwardness that would become us. "Well... I've always, kinda wanted to try bondage."

Harry doesn't say anything for a minute so I bury my face in his leg. This is so embarrassing. I shouldn't of told him. He was gonna make some snooty remark and I would get my feelings hurt.

"Tied up?" He asks.

"Yeah..." I say warily.

He remains quiet for a while. Then he speaks up. "With what? Rope, tape, handcuffs?"

I cringe a little more inside. "Yeah. Those would work."

I hide myself farther into his legs. He was making fun of me. I just knew it. He flips me over so I'm resting in his lap. I look up into his eyes which were growing dark. I could see the lust in his beautiful green orbs.

"You're kinky." He says flatly.

I roll my eyes. "Okay, Daddy. What is your fantasy?"

He pulls up his signature smirk on his face that swoons me every time I see it. "You."

We stare at one another for a little while. Steve Harvey continues to crack jokes and ask questions, but we both ignore it. Harry continues to look into my eyes, with a slight smile on his face. Why he kept staring? I didn't know. All of a sudden he grins so his dimple pops out. "You know... We do have a couple hours before we have to go." Harry implies. 

Oh. Oh."Seriously?" I ask in disbelief. 

"Strip and stay here," He says before springing up from the bed and running out of my room. I hear the front door shut, so I presume he went out. But he went out, in a pair of sweats, shirtless with no shoes on. He was going to get sick from the cold outside.  But nevertheless, I take all my clothes off and lay back on the bed.