Too much

Chapter 37

"I should probably leave soon, I don't want my dad to worry." I announce and stand up from the bed.

As good as it feels to be back on the same page with Harry, this day has emotionally and physically drained me. I'm still not sure what's going to happen with this whole Max situation, but hopefully it won't be too awkward at school when I try to avoid him.

"Wait, I still want to talk about something." He says and grabs my hand. "Just stay for a little longer?" His pleading works as always, and I find myself sitting next to him again after only a minute.

"What do you want to talk about?" My eyebrows knit together in confusion.

"Remember when you texted me saying your dad didn't want you seeing me anymore?" He asks and I nod wearily. "Well you also said you might be moving back to Wisconsin with your mum. . . Did you just say that to spite me too? Or were you actually being serious?" Hurt and concern flashes through his jade eyes as he waits for an answer.

"No, it was the truth." I admit as I fall back onto the bed, letting out a loud exhale. "She's moving back, but I don't know if I should go with or stay here."

He follows my actions and falls back to the soft bed. Both of our feet dangle off the edge as we stare at the white ceiling.

"I think you should stay." I hear the smile in his voice as he turns to his side and looks at me.

"I'm torn, Harry. If I go, I have to leave you and my dad and everyone else, but if I stay, I will rarely get to see my mom. Before I moved her I told myself I would go back when I got the chance, but now that I'm here, I actually want to stay."

He let out a conflicting sigh and pushed the hair that had fallen in front of my eyes behind my ears. "I mean, I obviously want you to stay, but I don't want you to be unhappy if you don't move back."

"I still have time to decide, so I don't want to think about it now." I say and roll to my side so I'm facing him. "All I want is my boyfriend to kiss me." Harry looks at me with a sheepish grin before planting his sifts lips on mine, immediately pushing his tongue through and caressing the inside of my mouth.

"I hate it when we fight, Harry." I say against his lips, but he quickly starts kissing me again. He swiftly moves so he is now hovering over me, kissing every inch of my face and neck.

"I need you. Right now. Let me make love to you, please." Harry whispers against my neck.

I nodded quickly knowing I need him just as much as he needs me right now. I can see the weariness in his eyes from my earlier mention of moving, and I want to help ease his worry. I can tell the thought of me moving scares him because it's scares the hell out of me. Yeah, I'd be going back to a familiar place I once called home, but leaving Harry would break my heart.

I pulled my shirt off and then reached for his. He lifted his arms for me as I pulled his shirt over his head. He made quick work of my bra and it was gone with nothing between us. His hands cupped my breasts as he brushed his thumb over each hard crest.

"You are so beautiful Adelaide." He whispered.

I scooted away from him and stood up from the bed. After slipping off my boots, I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down along with my panties then stepped out of them. He sat there watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. I felt. . . Powerful.

"Are you going to stay dressed?" I teased, looking down at his erection pressing against his jeans.

I thought that would get an amused chuckle from him but it didn't. He stood up, quickly stepping out of his jeans and walked over to the table beside his bed. I watched him curiously as he searched for something, and then soon he pulled out a foil packet. He ripped it open and sat back down on the edge of the bed, rolling the latex down is impressive length before pulling me to his chest.