Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 42

A woman who's just in his head
And she sleeps in his bed~Harry
_

Home auroma mixed with wine smell hit us as we entered from the big oak door, Harry hushed me placing a finger at my lips when faint giggles erupted from my stomach because I was about to slip from the tug of his solid grip. He peeked into lounge where mawkishly sentimental Anne and Mariel were having a chat which doesn't looks good from the amount of champagne they've filled that is spilling out of coupe's rim. Her wavering sigh could be heard from the distance and Hary stilled in between the stairs but again ascending with his hand not leaving mine taking me to his room. A trolley loaded from sweets and pastries wasi placed at the corner, I'm sure Mariel placed it there. A huge grin itself made it to His face and leaving my hand He walked towards it.

"It's an unhealthy habbit you've adopted" I muttered under breath making my way to book shelf, stroking my fingers over the silver words encraved at the leather patch of it's spine. Taking it out from it's place Harry's gaze shifted to me, mouth filled with a brownie and mine watered too.

"I never adopted this habbit. It's there since I was born" His voice muffled as he spoke with mouth full and took a sip from his glass of milk.

"Your mum fed you a sweet the instant you came out of her belly?" I chuckled to which he just shrugged, pointing to the book clutched into my arm while I poured milk into glass with a fruit cake in my other hand, moments ago he was being shamed by me at this weird routine of his and now I'm developing it too.

"You'll like Fanny's character, due to similarities Y'both have in between" I squinted my eyes at his remark we'll see once at reading. He slipped back covering himself in the warm duvet while dragging the trolley with him making me roll my eyes. My feet took me to him; not only I'm adopting his habbit also I'm getting addicted to the tenderness he's wrapping me in. Fire crackled into the pit of my stomach when I gently sat to the side of bed but his arms pulled me inside his chest. Tangling his legs with mine causing wild run of butterflies in me.

"You promised you'll read it to me" I couldn't even recognize it was my voice as he reprocated to my demand finishing his milk and pressing his lips to my bare shoulder shuddering me right in the spot. He rested comfortably against the head of bed taking me with him engulfed in his arms, taking the book from my hands his head snuggled into the nape of my neck; he's well aware of his wicked doings and it's making me more weak.

"Should I read the introduction?" His voice hoarsed as he turned the lamp on switching off the lights, rubbing my sides but my head nodded in rejection.

"Y'like surprises don't yeh?" He asked amused.

"Buckle yourself up for a ride baby" My heart took thousand somersaults when such a pet name slipped from his tongue so calmly.

"About thirty years ago Miss Maria Ward, of Huntigdon..." He started with a dramatic sigh and I stared at the fluent motion of his soft pink lips instead of the black words infront of me. He turned the page by wetting his finger with the tip of his tongue, we're still on the second chapter beacuse how much of a slow reader Harry is. My eyelids fluttering, burying me in a slumber as my ears are gifted with the deep soothing voice of his combined with the wind hitting the window.

"Harry why did you choose to read it?" Not that I'm bored. I'm already getting caught in the life of Fanny, price and bertram and much more to be revealed. But all I am is curious. does he want to show me something by reading through words.

"Because I want to show you something original. Mansfield is anti-romantic showing real relationships, this is how life's innit?" He smiled under the flicker of mellow light, my veins pulsated under his spell. Approximty densing the air roaming over our heads.