"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrow...
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Chapter Three ____________
Danielle
Bible study went the same way as always; while Pastor Styles read though the Bible, I listened intensively while taking notes in my notebook that my parents have to check later on when he leaves.
Today wasn't a normal bible study for me, considering the fact that Harry, the Pastors son, was present. My eyes kept flickering over to the other side of the room where he sat, clearly bored but entertained by what ever appeared on the screen after catching him smirking to himself from time to time.
His fingers tapped on the screen with quickness, making me envy him due to me not being able to use my phone so much and having multiple app restrictions.
As soon as my parents bought me a phone on my seventeenth birthday, they immediately informed me of the rules and what was and was not allowed on my phone.
But soon enough, I noticed that it was impossible to download social media apps that I was introduced to by Janet because my parents had my phone on parental control and the only way it'd go away is if I turned eighteen.
Not that it mattered much to me because I rather not involve myself into the drama or bullying that happens on the media.
Gratefully, bible study came to an end, but that didn't mean my time spent with the styles was coming to an end any time soon because of dinner.
Ever since what Harry pulled half an hour ago, I felt like he couldn't be trusted. I was close to digging my own grave if Harry told my parents that we stood in the hallway having a rather interesting and short conversation when I was supposed to be using the bathroom.
"Danielle, come help me set the table while the men talk." My mother spoke up, waving her hand towards her. I passed her a short smile then stood up from the couch and followed closely behind.
My mother began to fill the plates up with food while I pulled out three glasses of wine, not knowing if Harry was even legal to drink, and poured the white wine into the cups then set them down on the dining table.
"That Harry boy.. do you find yourself getting distracted by him when he's present?" My mother asked, taking me by surprise. I kept my head down and poured the wine slower, so I wouldn't have to make eye contact with her.
"No." I wanted to say why but knowing my mother, she'd have a fit.
"It's not the best idea to lie, Dani. Look up at me." She demanded and I obliged, meeting eyes with her chrystal blue ones. "I noticed how much you stare when he's around."
"I don't stare," I defended. "I just.. glance because its eerie to see him all grown up, I guess."
I decided to tell her half of the truth. She doesn't need to know that I find him attractive or anything. It's not like I could have him anyways because first of all, my parents wouldn't allow it and second of all, we're not compatible like I've stated before.
