The Skin I'm In

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Morning After

His arms wrapped around my waist tighter that night after everything was said and done. There was no going back, he has my heart purely and truly. The waves crashed in my mind at the thought of this. I couldn't be scared anymore.

I hope this doesn't change things. I hope I'm not considered a slut or a whore, or another girl that gives it up for the fun of it.

My eyes opened to see the sun peeking through the lavender curtains of the room as I turned my body towards Harry, hiding my face in the crook of his neck and letting my eyes flutter shut.

I heard shuffling downstairs signaling my mom was up cooking or doing chores. Abruptly,  I got up shaking Harry out of his slumber so he could leave so I didn't get caught by my Caribbean mother and sent back to where I came from. Harry groans at my vigorous movements and wakes up quickly.

"What's happening?" He asks in a daze.

"My mom is downstairs." I whispered.

"I don't see the problem." He said pulling me closer and laying his head on my shirt clad breasts.

"Harry! My mom doesn't know you're here with her daughter in her bed shirtless." I explained, keeping my voice down.

"Oh shit."

He says in realization, getting up and finding his shirt on the floor of my bedroom to quickly throw it on.

"Bloody hell. Where are my shoes?" He said under his breath, eyes scanning around my room frantically.

"My closet on the left." I chimed

He strides to my closet and looks on the floor on the left where all my other shoes are lined up, quickly finding them and picking it up. Not bothering to put them on he runs back over to the bed, pecking a kiss to my lips.

"I had fun last night." I said, resting my forehead on his as I smiled widely.

He chuckled at my words, voice still raspy from his slumber.

"So did I. Thank you for trusting me and letting me take care of you. I love you so much." He rasped out, covering my lips in a soft kiss.

My stomach fluttered with what felt like butterflies as I felt my cheeks heat up. I had never been through this before. These moments felt so dangerous but I didn't mind it one bit if he was there. His lips strayed from mine as I opened my mouth to speak.

"I love you more." I challenged.

"Not possible." He smiled widely, the dimples I adored in his cheeks becoming evident.

"I think it is." I said lowly.

"You're walking on thin ice, love. Keep speaking like that and I'll take you right here." He spoke out seductively.

I pulled away from him, shocked at his words.

"Harry!" I  scolded quietly so my mom wouldn't hear.

"Love you, bye" the green-eyed boy said, smiling cheekily before climbing out of my window.

Smiling to myself I picked up my phone, checking the time to see it was 9:00 in the morning. Hopefully my mom didn't see his car parked outside.

That was way too close.

-

"Spring, mommy's done with the dinner, come eat." Nia said, peeking into my bedroom.

Nodding I get up to go downstairs and into the dining room where my mom and dad are sat down in front of a freshly made meal.

"Hey mommy. Hi daddy." I greeted them.

"Hey honey. How's school going?" My father asked.

Immediately thinking what happened the night before I shook my head.

"Uh it's been good, Harry's been helping me with my math work." I told them.

My dad nods to himself.

"So he's your boyfriend now, huh?" He says with his thick Haitian accent as I feel my stomach fall down to my ass.

"Daddy, he's a good boy. He plays sports and he's nice to me. He's even helping me with my studies." I explained nervously.

"You never told me anything was going on with this boy. I just found out about him when you had your project and next thing I know he's at the hospital with us?"

I visibly swallowed as I looked around the table at my mom and sister who stared at me and my fathers conversation.

"Sweetie calm down." My mother talked my father down before she turned to me.

"Does he treat you well, Spring?" She asked me intently.

"Very well Mama. He's always making sure I'm feeling all right and he accepts me. I never thought i would find a boy like him."

"Alright." My dad sighs.

"Have him over for dinner tomorrow and maybe I'll let you keep seeing him." He said with a stern face before continuing to eat his food.

The dinner table was awfully silent that night as I felt the need to cry.