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He sighs. "Please." He strains. Strands of hair are tangled between his webbed fingers as he pushed them through his locks. "Do not fight me. Go to bed. You are intoxicated. We will discuss this further in the morning.
I'm stuck in the flashback. He held me all night long. Only disappearing when I woke. "Please." I beg. "Hold me again." I sound pathetic. My obsessed brain can't shake him. I can't shake him. He's a parasite, and I'm his prey.
"Just for tonight." I try to convince.
"Tonight?" He sighs. I nod.
He nods. "Let's go to bed." I want to ask if we'll be staying in his bed. But I don't push it.
He leads me to my bedroom. Oh.
"I will come back in a short amount of time." He exits the room with the grace I had always wished to acquire.
Instead I'm a clumsy mess. I'm witty with words, but put me on ice skates and I'll be a falling catastrophe.
I'm in bed when he comes back shirtless. Shit.
He looks flawless. The dips in his abdomen give me shivers. He's beautiful.
"Adelaide." He sighs. "I do not understand this."
"What?"
"This relationship. I do not know that is the correct label." He shakes his head. "No. It is not."
"Harry I am still so confused." I tell him with pitiful eyes.
He sighs yet again. "I think it would be best if you made your travel home after this evening. You've overstayed your welcome for far too long." He sighs, and his harsh tone makes me cower into the sheets.
Why is he so exhausted?
"Will you still hold me?"
I sound young and completely weak. I wish I didn't.
He does not answer me. Long arms peel the white fabric back, and toned legs climb onto the memory foam mattress pad.
He lies there for minutes. I'm confused, and I'm about to ask him why he has not touched me.
"I do not know what I am doing." He tells me.
"What do you mean?"
"How do I hold you?" He sounds as confused as I am. His knuckles brush against my forearm and I shiver.
His hands are warm and inviting, contradicting to his cold personality.
He stiffens when I clumsily stir in the sheets, moving towards him.
"What are you doing?" Discomfort is heavy in his deep voice.
I lay my head against his chest. My hand moves to circle his arm around my waist.
"You are holding me."
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