Chaotic (sequel to Psychotic)

Chapter 1

I did not wake up with stress tensing my muscles. I did not wake up with pains in my back from a springy mattress. I didn't have bags under my eyes or screams filling my ears or fear in my mind. And instead of my head lying on a cheap, thin pillow it rested upon Harry's warm chest. My arm was slung across his torso and his were wrapped around my back, our legs tangled loosely together. I woke up like this and I couldn't help but smile. I haven't slept that good in months. 

My eyes traveled slowly up Harry's muscled stomach which rose and fell gently with his chest. I looked up his strong shoulders and neck and then finally to his face. I stared in awe, the sight nearly breathtaking. He was still asleep. His full lips were parted just slightly and his long eyelashes rested at the top of his cheeks. His curls were a disheveled mess around his face. His features looked so much softer, so much younger without that stressed crease between his brows, sleep letting all of his worries drift away. 

I lightly dragged a hand through his thick hair, brushing his curls away from his forehead. Further down his face my gaze settled on those lips. I couldn't help but gently glide my fingertips across them. He twitched slightly, consciousness threatening to flutter his eyes open. My fingers moved downward and I brushed them along his chest, drawing random patterns. A sputter of kisses to his skin was enough to stir him awake. 

"Mmm," he hummed from deep in his throat. I looked up and saw his eyes move under their lids, a small grin forming on his lips. 

"Good morning," I said. He dramatically groaned in protest of consciousness, while he raised his arms above his head in a stretch. Then he rested his arms around my back again, his grin spreading wide. 

"Morning baby," he said groggily, his voice raspy and heavy with sleep. "Sleep good?" 

"Yes," I said. "Better than I have in months." And it was true. Even in the cold of winter our body heat and the blanket that lied over us was enough to keep me comfortably warm. 

"Yeah, me too," he replied, staring down at me through squinted, half-closed eyes. "I'd take this floor over one of Wickendale's shitty mattresses any day." 

I nodded. Anything would be better than that horrid place, the prison for the criminally insane we had escaped only yesterday. But rightfully so, seeing that we were both wrongly accused. Harry still held my gaze and the institution faded as the events of last night took its place. I couldn't suppress a grin and Harry's wide smile told me that the same thoughts ran through his mind. 

He chuckled and tightened his arms around me, pressing our bodies together. "Mmm," he hummed again at the feeling of my bare chest against his. Then he rolled us over so that his body rested on mine. He grinned as he pressed his lips against my own in a sweet kiss. "Last night was amazing," he said. 

I smiled and knew my cheeks were tinged pink, replaying what happened. But Harry pulled me into the present when he sponged his lips down my jaw; then my neck, then my collarbone. I immediately grabbed ahold of his hair when he reached that spot. The actions were lazy and slow, Harry taking his time to shower me in kisses. He continued down my left breast, torturing me when his lips brushed along my nipple, grinning when I gripped his hair. As he moved his smooth skin ran over me and my heart pounded in my chest. His plump lips continued to carefully press down my stomach numerous times before reaching just above my belly button. My eyes fluttered closed with his sweet touches. Every kiss, every delicate touch from Harry was exhilarating. One last time he kissed my hip, just a over the underwear I had put back on last night, before he shifted back up. His arms tightened round my waist and he playfully nuzzled into my side. I giggled when his soft ringlets tickled my skin. 

"I like this," he mumbled against me in his thick morning voice. 

"What?" I asked, my thoughts a little jumbled with his actions.