Wayfaring Stranger (Chapter 3)

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CHAPTER 3:

Harry’s POV

Reaching the Starbucks I entered and searched for her finding her in a table typing on her phone. Walking straight to her “Hi!” I said, making her look up and meet my eyes. Smiling she stood and gave me a hug “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m great and you?” She pulled away from the hug and smiled “Right now I’m perfect” winking at me I couldn’t help but smile at her comment. 

“Shall we get on line?” she said making her way to the line. 

“What are you thinking on getting?” I said breaking the silence. 

“Hmmm. I’m thinking some Ice tea and a muffin.” she said

“No coffee?” I asked curious. Looking me straight in the eyes she told me “I don’t like coffee.” Laughing at her comment she asked me “what’s so funny?” and I answered “well it’s just that you asked me here for coffee and you don’t drink coffee, it’s kinda of ironic.” 

Laughing herself “that’s so true, I hadn’t thought of that, however, the muffins are glorious here.” Nodding towards her response we fell into a comfortable silence. 

“What about you, what are you thinking in getting?” 

“Coffee and a bite of your muffin.” I responded laying my arm around her shoulder and pushing her close to me. Resting her hand on my chest she whispered in my ear “what are you doing?” 

Looking down at her I said, “holding a beautiful girl close.” She hides her face into my chest but not fast enough for me to notice that she was blushing. 

After we had our drinks we sat at the table and started talking. Not really caring about the time, we kept talking and sharing a lot of banter mixed with intense flirting. Ending in her feeding me some of her muffin. That moment was perfect, the way her fingers lingered on my lips and how she traced them afterwards was amazing, unfortunately she noticed about what she had done and sat back quickly, changing the topic quickly. However not before I made her drink a bit of my coffee.

“No way” she said as I offered, but not giving up on it she finally drank a little, ending in her coughing and taking a drink from her ice tea. Laughing at her reaction she frowned at me and started laughing with me. How I love that laugh, it’s so pure and sweet. After we calmed down from our laughter I looked at my watch seeing it was about half twelve and asked her if she would like to go for a stroll around the city. 

Accepting my offer we stood up and walked out of the Starbucks. “So where to now?” she asked me. “I don’t know, let’s just walk” I answered only caring that she would be by my side. 

“So tell me from where are you? Because I don’t think that accent is from here?” I asked.

Looking at the horizon and smiling she said, “I’m from Puerto Rico, in the Caribbean, my first language is Spanish so that’s why the accent but I moved here five years ago searching for a brand new start.”

“So you speak Spanish…hmm how would you pronounce my name?” stopping for a moment she looked me straight in the eyes and with her finger she signaled me to come closer and doing as she asked, she laid her small hand on my chest and whispered my name in the most sensual voice I have ever heard, marking the ‘r’ in my name, making my knees go weak.

Pulling away a little she looked me right into my eyes and smiled, not being able to contain myself I pulled her close by her neck and whispered huskily into her ear “that was so damn sexy.” she giggled a little, but as our eyes met could see that she wanted this as much as I wanted and as soon as her stare went down to my lips my assumptions were proved winning me a smirk. Pulling her close and massaging her temple our lips met in a chastise kiss. Not knowing how she would react I pulled back and watch her still eyes closed and a little shock, but as she opened her eyes slowly she smiled up at me. Laying a hand on my neck and another in my chest she pulled me close and kissed me more passionately. Pulling her closer by her hip I trailed my tongue across her lower lip, asking for permission to which she granted, letting me deepen the kiss. 

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