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"So, you really don't know how to cook anything?" Harry asked me.
"No. We always ordered out or my dad cooked. I never thought I had to learn." I laughed.
"Watch it. You almost burned the eggs." He smiled.
"Hey! You were distracting me!" I laughed, pushing him away from me.
"Oh, I distracted you?" He teased.
"You know you did. You're teasing now." I laughed, turning towards to counter to place the eggs into the tortilla. While I was distracted, Harry walked up behind me.
"Do you need help?" He whispered, his mouth next to my ear.
"What are you doing?" I whispered back, slightly trembling.
"Just helping you, love." He said while bringing his hands up to my waist, pressing his fingers into my skin.
"This isn't helping and you know it." I said.
"Turn around." He demanded.
"Why?" I questioned nervously.
"Just do it. Now." He said deeply.
I slowly started turning around. My eyes meeting with his chest. I slowly looked up towards his eyes.
"I need you to do something for me." He said seriously.
"What?" I asked.
"Tell me that you want me." He said.
"What?" I questioned, confused.
"Just, please, do it." He pleaded.
"I...I want you." I slowly answered.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly.
"For what?"
"For this." He said.
He swiftly bent down to pick me up from my thighs. Once he did, he sat me on the counter, next to the eggs. He stopped for a second to look at me. Trying to see if he saw doubt in my eyes. But in reality, there was nothing but want. He knew that. And with that he kissed me.
It wasn't an ordinary kiss. It wasn't a peck. It was more than lips on lips. It was like he was trying to show me something. And I saw it alright.
