Put Your Heart On Your Sleeve

Chapter 19

Cristina opened her eyes, and saw Harry laying next to her sleeping peacefully. She laid next to him, looking at him. She leaned in slowly and kissed his lips. 

“Harry,” she whispered, softly. She looked around where they were laying and noticed the curtain that covered them. “Harry,” she whispered a little louder.

“Hmmm,” Harry said half-asleep. He opened his eyes to see Cristina. “What a dream,” he said, smiling, closing his eyes again. Cristina giggled and kissed his lips. 

“You think this is a dream,” she whispered. Harry opened his eyes a little and nodded, still smiling.

She giggled and kissed his lips again. “Mmm, dreams are always special. They show your deepest desires.” she whispered into his ear. Harry felt a chill down his spine when she said that. He turned over, laying over Cristina. 

“You teasing me at this godly hour,” he whispered into her ear. She felt his curls touch her ear, tickling her. She giggled. 

“Now why on earth would I do that to my lovely Harold,” she said. She kissed his ear gently and made a trail of kisses to his lips. He kissed her back, placing his hands on either sides of her head. He moved his right hand to her cheek, deepening the kiss. He bit her lower lip gently and pulled away. He looked at her, smiling. “I like how this doesn’t feel the least bit horrible to stop kissing you. This relationship it just feels different. Different from any relationship I’ve been. It’s not just a physical relationship, and I like it. There’s emotion and passion and love.” he whispered, looking into her eyes. She tried not to break the connection between them. It was getting too intense for her. She blinked her eyes a few times. “Don’t look away, please.” Harry whispered. Cristina stared into his eyes, losing herself into his eyes. Harry leaned in slowly, brushing his lips against hers, keeping his lips apart from hers millimeters away from hers. She breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. 

“I’m nervous.” she whispered, still looking into his eyes, trying with ever fiber in her body not to break the stare.

“Why,” he asked, still looking at her. 

“I’m just… I’m afraid if you stare at me for too long you’ll find something you don’t like about me.” she said.

He shook his head. “You’re wrong. You know that.”

Cristina nodded. “I know,” she said, trying not to look away. 

Harry placed his lips on hers, leaving them there for a few seconds and pulled away. He smiled and then moved, laying next to her. He grabbed her hand, lacing them together and stared at her. She stared back at him, feeling drowsy again. 

“Go to sleep, my beautiful.” Harry whispered. She smiled, and kissed his nose. She closed her eyes, then shot her eyes open. 

“Wait, I’m in a t-shirt. Harry did you change me,” she asked, looking at him.

He nodded, smiling. 

“Harry,” she laughed, poking him playfully. “I trust you didn’t do anything.” she said.

He shook his head. “Just massaged your feet. They’re really bruised. Maybe you should wear smaller heels or something.” he said.

“Stacey bought me a bunch of heels. Wait till you see my outfit for tomorrow.” she winked at him. 

Harry smiled his cheeky grin. “Excited.” he said.

They cuddled together, falling asleep. They stayed asleep, holding each other’s hands till they heard someone yell in.