A Falling Sky

Chapter 7

I make it home. It’s not safe because I usually have someone drive me or walk with me, but I got home alright. I climb into bed, still fully dressed and sulk into the pillow.

He just drives me so crazy. I know I overreact to almost everything he does but I can’t help it. It’s his seemingly harmless humor and the way he is amused whenever I get angry with him. It’s the way that he just flaunts in my face how he picked up two ‘hot chicks’ at the bar tonight and then he proceeds to call me ‘uppity.’ I want to smack the smirk off of his face when I imagine him peering down at me, waving the girl’s number in my face and taunting me with Miss Boss Lady.

Still though… we had a nice time for most of the night and I think that Harry and I could really get along, if I just didn’t feel this tension with him—this quivering in my chest, which is now back in full force. I have no doubt Harry and I would be pretty good friends if I could just get over this anger that flares up without my control. Sure, I find him attractive, but that’s it. We can be friends, but I definitely would never want anything more than that. It’s just attraction, right?

I resolve just before letting my eyes close that I will really try to be friends with Harry. Because not only is he living with my boyfriend, but now I am working with him. It seems I can’t avoid him, and there is a small part of me that really doesn’t want to.

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HARRY STANDS AT THE foot of my bed. He is still wearing his work shirt but I nod at him to take it off. I am lying on my back and my hand grazes the top of my panty line, teasing him to come closer. Where are these sexy movements coming from?

Instinct takes over and I lift up the panties below my belly button before letting it snap back on my skin. Harry’s eyes are hooded as he licks his bottom lip. My own eyes rake down his arms and see the tattoos inked into his skin. I want to kiss and bite every last one of them.

“I just want us to be friends.” He bites his lip. “Can we be friends?”

In answer, I hold up one finger and beckon him to join me.

I expect him to crawl all the way up my body and meet my mouth. I want him to kiss me. I want to taste his minty mouth and have him work his tongue with mine. I want a fiery kiss that leaves me gasping.

But he doesn’t.

He ducks under the duvet and I see his lump creeping closer to my body. I decide that I actually want to see him do…whatever it is that he is about to do. I throw the cover off of his head and he chortles; I can hear it rumbling in his chest.

He crawls in between my legs and opens them further.

“Can I kiss you?” he says with a gravelly voice. I seem to have lost my breath so I nod and close my eyes.

I wait for him to come up to my face and kiss my lips, but he stays where he is. I look back down at him, expectantly, between my legs—a sight that spreads warmth throughout my whole body. He devilishly leers up at me and brings his lips to my inner thigh, planting a kiss in a place that makes my chest flutter; the ball of energy practically bouncing out of my chest.