Caregiver | H.S.

III

  "Is this real? Is this pretend? I'll take a stand until the end"

            Chapter song: Alice - Avril Lavigne

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          Harry's P.O.V.

          "Do you like younger women?" Eva innocently asked, her brown doe eyes looking at me as if she's trying to read my mind.

             I will admit, I haven't been with a woman for a while. I've just been giving myself the good old five finger fuck in my times of need. It would be a nice change to give it to a woman in the worst type of way.

             Eva is an attractive young nymphet. Her long brown hair gracefully cascading down her back, paired with her dark doe eyes and soft fair skin. I can only imagine all of the ways I could make her and more importantly, myself feel good.

              I can feel my cock starting to slightly harden at the thought. I push the images out of my head. She is only 16, nothing but a child and young enough to be my daughter. I'm only disgusted at the fact that I'm not ashamed of myself for having these thoughts.

           "Yes," I answer.

             There is a sparkle in her eyes as if that's what she was hoping that I'd say. I glance down at my watch and notice that it's nearly noon.

          "How about some food now, yeah?"

            Eva's P.O.V.

          "I could definitely use some food," I cheekily say.

            I follow Harry into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and pulls out some bacon, eggs, and sausage. He takes down a pan from the rack and proceeds to cook us some lunch.

            I hoist myself up onto the counter and take a seat, not taking my eyes off of him.

          "I didn't know that you could cook," I say, breaking the silence. I notice the way his muscles flex as he turns over the bacon. Whoever would have thought that a man could look so sexy while cooking?

          "Yeah, well I learned a while ago. I wanted to stop eating so much fast food and eat more healthy, so I started cooking for myself," He said, looking proud of himself.

          "You should teach me a thing or two sometime then," I subtly flirted.

          "I could show you a few recipes that are pretty easy," He said as he placed a plate of food next to me. He is just holding his plate and eating while leaning against the fridge.

           I'm not going to act like I didn't see him try to hide his hard-on earlier. I knew that I had to have some sort of effect on him, so I decide to tease him a bit.

           I cut up my egg and take a piece on my fork. I look at him to only notice that he was already staring at me intently. I slowly put the fork up to my mouth as I slowly lick the egg off with my tongue, a little bit of the yolk slowly dribbling down my chin.

           He puts his empty plate in the sink and stands directly in front of me, my knees touching his torso. He licks the pad of his thumb and gently swipes it against my chin. My eyes flutter shut at the sensation my body got from having just that little contact with him.

           I open my eyes to him holding my chin in hand, not breaking eye contact with me. He leaned in and I could feel his warm breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps.

        "Don't want to make a mess now do we, darling?" He whispered in my ear.

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