More Of You - One for the Ages // Book Two

Chapter 7

Harry was still snoring peacefully when I woke up the next morning. I had a busy day at work today. I was still irritated he hadn't picked up my calls and still bugged by what Ashley had said. I was not in the mood for a discussion. I quickly got into the shower, praying that he wouldn't wake up before I left.

I felt terrible. He was good to me. Harry was the best I could've ever hoped for when it came to people I shared my life with. He listened. He was attentive to me. I was a priority.

But I couldn't get Ashley's words out of my head. I didn't just want to be this for the rest of my life. I wanted...more.

I was deep into my own thoughts when I felt hands wind around my waist and stop on my tummy while lips pressed to my shoulder,

"You didn't wake me up when you got home." I heard Harry say into my ear, his voice thick. His hands moved down to between my legs, "I missed you so much." He whispered.

I couldn't help but react. It felt so good to be in his arms. My eyes instinctively closed and I collapsed into his chest. He rubbed the sensitive bud between my legs, instantly setting me alight,

"Harry..." I breathed.

I heard Chelsea suddenly. Questioning me about whether or not Harry was the best for me. My eyes opened. I pushed Harry's hands down and away from me,

"Harry...don't." I said, my voice now normal.

He pulled back, I knew he was shocked. I had never pushed his hands away from me, at least not since Ibiza. He let his hands drop,

"Something wrong?"

I took a deep breath as I turned around, I kept my eyes focused on his chest for a split second before I looked up,

"I have a lot to do today. I don't have time for this." I reached towards the door to step out, "I'm sorry." I whispered, leaving him standing in the shower.

I got dressed quickly while he finished his shower. I was almost done with my makeup when he stepped out. I finished up and slipped out into the kitchen while he was getting dressed. My coffee was poured and all I needed was my jacket.

Harry walked into the kitchen. I could feel his eyes on me. I met his gaze for a split second,

"What?"

He braced his hands on the counter. I knew he was studying me to figure out if something was wrong,

"Are you ok?" He asked softly.

I pulled my hair out of my coat,

"Yeah. Why?"

"You didn't wake me up..." He began after a moment's pause, "And just now...you...pushed me away."

I rolled my eyes,

"Harry, I have a big case coming up and I was gone all weekend so I didn't work on it at all. I'm sorry if that means you couldn't get sex when you wanted it but my job is important."

The hurt on his face when I finished was evident. He shook his head,

"That's not what I-"

" I have to go. I won't be home until late."

He didn't say anything. It pierced my heart to know I'd hurt him. I grabbed my briefcase and umbrella. I had just put my hand on the doorknob when I stopped.

What was I doing?

I turned to look at him,

"We don't talk about our future." I blurted out.