blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 40 - im so into you - sex scene

I'm alive.

The Nevada skies are absolutely gorgeous tonight! Who knew the sky could be purple and pink and green! The wind is harsh against my cool face. Never have I ever ridden on a motorcycle before. I've always been a strong believer in not supporting the death cycle, but this. . . this is something I recommend to everyone to try at least once in their lives.

All of the stars are out tonight. Almost as if tonight's the only night they can cluster together like this. The Nevada mountains are beauteous in the distance. It's like we are in a moving picture.

Harry has been driving the motorcycle for about three miles now and with every mile my fear of the machine lessens. His back is forever warm with my face nestled in it. His breathing is ironically so calm on this exhilarating bike. I didn't know he could even drive a motorcycle! But then again, there's a lot I don't know about Harry.

Tightening my hold around his stomach, I feel him chuckle and it resonates throughout my soul.

"You okay back there?" he asks, smiling - I'm sure.

"Mmhmm," I reply as the roar of the motorcycle becomes the sole voice of tonight's song.

"How did you know where I was?" I ask after a moment.

"I didn't. I just guessed based on what I had heard from people. . . and the swarm of paparazzi surrounding you," he informs.

Scrunching my eyebrows, I ask, "What did you hear?"

Chuckling, he proceeds without delay. "It wasn't so much as to what I had heard, actually.  It's more like what I was asked by several, um er, guest, I guess."

Taking my silence as cue to continue he does so.

"After hearing, 'are you here to court sir Parker as well?' for the millionth time and knowing your infamous boyfriend stories, I could kind of guess what kind of party it was," he says, laughing, voice matching the roar of the motorcycle.

I blush deeply and am glad that he can't see me.

"Never stop blushing, Park," Harry says, dreamily, which only causes me to blush deeper.

I don't feel like I'm existing right now. On the back of a motorcycle with a boy who's dangerously so much more different than me in every way. You never are able to fully understand an old wise quote like, 'opposites attract' until you do.

Despite all of the bad, I think that everyone deserves to find a Harry - whether it be friendly or intimate. We all deserve to find someone so secure with who they are that they challenge others to push past boundaries. We deserve a little challenge. To be in touch with our innermost desires and not necessarily fear them, but to take them head on and bathe in their many essences.

Imagines this! To wake without fear of the world. Without fear of being judged by your characteristics or background. So that when you sleep at night you may sleep without worry or heartache. Allowing the first thing you see in the morning to be the one who makes you smile, because that's what draws you towards them. This. This is what I have.

"We're here."

The motel is anything but lavish. In a remote location, the flat topped building has two, maybe three cars in the parking space and a coke machine for attraction, I guess.

Written on the front of the small sign are the words 'Lover's Lane' and I smile at the simplicity of the little building.

"Last one in sleeps on the floor," Harry kids, breaking me out of my admiration for the quaint building.