His lips leave mine and I moan in protest. For once I let go of everything that is going on in my head and enjoy how good of a kisser he is. He starts planting soft kisses on my jaw moving down to my neck. I’m at his mercy. A part of me is telling me this is so wrong that I should stop me but a big part of me doesn’t want him to stop. His hands are gently squeezing my waist. He continues to kiss my neck as automatically my hands find his hair. I’m panting hard, this is unusual, this is new, this is so good. His hand travels through my hand to my shoulder removing the strip of my dress and I snap out of my hormones. Somebody has to stop it before things go out of hand and by the looks of it he doesn’t seem likely to do it.
“Harry,” I try to collect my voice and straighten my tone but miserably fail. His mouth travels to my shoulder blade, kissing it, sucking it.
“Harry, stop!” I say, “Stop!” And he does. He looks up to me and his eyes scanning my face to read my expressions. He takes a deep breath and lies beside me panting as well. I let out a sigh of relief. This was rough. Fuck. I don’t say anything. My body hates that he has stop. Why do we have to the right thing always? I lay my head on his chest hugging him tightly. He embraces me back.
“You’re going to come to the orphanage on Christmas, right?”
“I don’t know, maybe.” He shrugs.
“Okay,” I say dully.
“Wait, do you want me to?”
“Yeah. I want you to see my play.”
”What play?”
”The play in which I am going to be Snow White. The play with Dylan.”
”Lemme guess he is the evil queen?” He scoffs.
“The prince and I don’t talk about him like that.” I say curtly.
“Of course.” He says and removes his arm around me, “I’m feeling sick, would you mind leaving me alone for a while?” He says it’s clear he is angry about me defending Dylan.
“Wait, lemme take your temperature.” I say and get up from the bed. I take the thermometer out of the drawer as I hear him say, “Why? We both know you love Dylan then why take care of me?” He says through his teeth.
”First of all, I don’t love Dylan, second, please be calm otherwise you’ll get more sick.” Before he could snap at me I put the thermometer in his mouth. His has nominal temperature but still I give him a medicine. Anne comes to check him up. We talk about what exactly happened last night. Anne, Harry and Robin went to an official party assuming I would be late. When I called Harry he immediately left the party but forgot the keys in hurry. He was so tired that without bothering to call Anne for the keys he sat beside me and fell asleep. I laugh at his stupidity. By the time Anne and me are finished chit chatting Harry is asleep.
The next day I awake up in Harry’s arms. He is awake looking out of the window. It's raining heavily outside. Oh no, how will I walk to the orphanage? I look up at Harry, I’m surprised to see him looking at me too. The door clicks open without knocking and Gemma barges in.
“Harry, I need...” her jaw hits the ground when she looks at us in this position. I immediately get up but Harry pulls me back.
“Yeah, you need?” He asks amusingly, “Need a drive to the office?” He asks and she nods her head, still wide eyed.
“What’s going on?” She asks us.
“Nothing,” Harry replies with a smirk. She nods and gets out of the room. I get up and enter the restroom. After a long refreshing shower I slip into a dress to get ready for the orphanage. By the time I’m done the rain has stopped, so I quickly leave. At the orphanage Dylan and Ethan are already preparing for the stage background. I join them in the decorations of the auditorium. They work on the chairs. Meanwhile, I climb ladder to decorate the upper wall. I climb at the top of the ladder and lean down to pick a balloon, my legs slips and I lose my balance falling from the ladder.
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Inescapable Love
Romance"Harry!" I gasp. Harry looks down at me furiously. "What the freaking hell are you trying to do?" he asks me in a rasping voice. "I-I" I try to say something but nothing came out of my mouth. "ANSWER ME!" he yelled. "My parents wanted me to do t...
