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the ride home seemed like it was taking ages, but i wasn't complaining. i thought harry had fallen asleep like gemma had until he wrapped his large arms around my waist.
i leaned further into his chest, resting my head by his neck. he was comfortable.
we knew better than to do anything stupid with us in sight in anne's rear view mirror. but he still had temptations with his hand gripped tightly around the backs of my knees.
my mom and anne were chatting quietly away up front while the radio played quietly. this was nice, and i was sort of wishing the car ride would never end.
i was really starting to wish it never ended when harry leaned into my neck, gently placing a light kiss there.
i had no clue what was so mesmerizing about his kisses, but they were so alluring and woke up my senses. even though i was drunk, i felt so alive and exhilarated. i kept an eye out for anne who had her eyes locked on the road thankfully.
i tried to keep my eyes open but i was so tired, and harry was such a good kisser.
had he kissed other girls before? no one can be this good on first and second tries, right?
there wasn't anymore light kisses, it soon turned into a long continuous kiss that involved slight nipping and sucking-
was i getting a hickey?! jesus, harry knew more than i ever thought he would.
or maybe i was just blind when it came to romance.
why was he so good at this? and why did i not care if anne was looking anymore? it's like he was the only person i could focus on right now.
my eyes finally closed, the only thing i could feel was harry's soft lips on my neck.
how neat were we? kissing in the back of a minivan with our family in here.
luckily we were home soon, and harry was well aware of the mark on my neck, brushing my hair over it. i laughed, wrapping my arms around his waist as we pulled into the driveway.
"so what's the plan with these two?" my mom murmured to anne.
"sleepover," i blurted out, chuckling after. i probably shouldn't of spoken since i was still drunk, but luckily they seemed to agree. i thought they'd say no considering we were still drunk and we had no extra bedrooms in our house.
"well i'm going back home," my mom grunted, stretching her legs as she got out the car.
"you guys wanna sleep in the livingroom?" anne suggested.
i nodded, gently nudging harry when he tried to lean in again.
"it's not much," anne admitted as she gave me a couple extra pillows for the long couch. it was better than my bed in all honesty. harry was on the couch across from me with his pillows and blankets, winking at me. i smiled.
"alright, i'll be upstairs if you need me, and gem is down the hall." she smiled before walking up the stairs. i glanced at harry who looked so sleepy. he was so adorable.
we looked like two huge cocoons bundled up on the couches. she left the tv on for us just in case we got bored, but the only thing keeping me entertained was harry.
i wanted to go over to his couch and cuddle with him instead. i kept feeling the mark on my neck, oddly wanting another one.
who was harry when he was drunk?
when i heard anne close the door, i was so tempted to go over to his couch. i was even moving like i wanted to, but i just didn't feel like that was a good idea.
