Immortal Lovers {Run 2}

16. This Time

Rosie

"Wow, Harry. I'm really impressed. You're doing so well," I encouraged as him and we stood in the middle of the boxing ring. Harry's eyes were dark and determined as he punched the mitts I was holding up in front of him. The punches were strong and sharp. Harry's body was tense and moving swiftly as he hit the mitts. I had never seen him this in control before.

"Okay," I said to him, hinting for him to slow down to a halt. He did so and tore off one glove to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand. He caught my eye and I gave him a wide smile. "I'm so proud of you, Harry."

He smiled and took his other glove off, but his eyes didn't let go of mine the whole time. The smirk that made me fall in love with him years ago had returned, accompanied by his dimples and a wicked glint in his eye. I felt myself gravitating towards him, needing his touch and his taste. I took a step towards him, never letting go of his gaze as I ran my fingertips from the band of his shorts up to his neck. Harry visibly shivered at my touch. I let my fingers run up and down his jaw before cupping his chin and angling his head down to me. I had to reach onto my toes to brush my lips against his. Harry let out a low groan and I grinned.

"You ready to show me what you've really got?" I asked him, taking a large step back to remove my mitts and position myself. I stood with one leg forward and both fists in the air, elbows tucked in by my hips. I looked over my fists to Harry to see a dark smile on his face.

"Bring it on, Mrs Styles," he growled, his fists up and ready to attack.

I darted forward and shot my fist forward to punch his left side, but Harry quickly dodged the blow and hit back. I jumped to the left to avoid a punch to the body before ducking and weaving to miss a second attempted hit to the face. Neither of us had any intention of physically harming each other, but once Harry had mastered controlling his abilities using the punch bags and boxing mitts we moved onto physical combat. The last few times Harry had lost control during this combat, but something about him was different today. He looked stronger and more in control, so I took the risk in doing this again. It was what we were here to do. Take risks.

I noticed Harry aim a punch to my stomach, but I used my speed to dart to the far corner of the ring. Harry's dark eyes watched me and a corner of his mouth turned up into a grin. "You know I always enjoy a good chase, Mrs Styles."

His voice sent warm shivers down my spine. Just as Harry used his own speed to approach me, I dodged him and ran to the opposite corner of the ring. Harry seemed confused until he turned around and saw me. "Oh, it's on."

I grinned as we chased each other around the ring, Harry close to catching me each time, but missing me ever so slightly. As I ducked and went to speed over to the other side of the ring, Harry was quick and grabbed me before I could get over there. His arms wrapped around my waist as he spun me around, his chest tight to my back. I rolled my head back onto his shoulder and revelled in the feeling of his strong hold around me. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just me and Harry.

Once he let me down, I turned around to face him. Harry's curved lips and bright eyes set off the butterflies in my stomach. I was mesmerised by each and every part of him, and he knew that. Within seconds, Harry had lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. I let out a gasp as he moved us to the corner of the ring, pressing me hard against the padding. Our eyes met before Harry's mouth dove down to kiss me with such passion and depth. I kissed him back hard, letting my hands get lost in his curls. I fisted a chunk of his hair and smirked as Harry released my lips to let out a grunt of pleasure. He breathed heavily against my mouth and it felt warm and inviting. Our breaths intermingled and the love between us had never felt so strong.