"You're trembling," he says stating the obvious as a hand runs up and down my arm, and I look at him with a scared expression. "I don't bite, Em."
I open my mouth wanting to speak, but no words escape my lips.
"Are you afraid of me?" He asks grabbing my wrist.
"No," I say in a stutter, at least I don't want to be, but my body is speaking its own language
His eyes search mine for any indicator that I want him to stop. "Then let me show you how good I can make you feel."
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Hiraeth
Teen FictionHiraeth: (n) a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was When Emma moves to live with Harry things change in her life. Not only is she suddenly living in the "right" part of the city, but Harry is also someone who can teach her...
