Red String [h.s] (Completed)

Chapter 58

"If I had it my way, I would take the lead
If I had it my way, I would take you deep
If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest
Show you all the red lace underneath this dress"

Harry goes back to London again for a few days, acting a bit moony about his day spent with Amy. When he speaks to his mom and sister on the phone, they notice the change immediately. They're both tempted to ask why but decide that he'll tell them when he's ready.

He writes a lot when he is back at home and he even goes into his new art studio and paints again. He hung Amy's paintings with the others. It's like he has his own personal Amy Bernier gallery at his house.

Amy and him continue to text throughout the week. Amy has plans to go out with some friends for drinks on Friday. She asks Harry if he would like to come. She feels guilty asking him to come all the way from London just to hang out but he accepts eagerly.

She tells him to meet her at the gallery so she can leave straight from there. The gallery doesn't close until eight at night. Amy likes to hang around her exhibition for a few hours a couple days a week, happy to get her face out there in the French art scene.

Harry has been dropped off by a car service at the gallery by her request. He offered to rent a car but she said she had it covered. He steps inside the gallery and it's quiet. He is about to call out to Amy when she comes out from around a corner and his jaw nearly hits the floor when he sees her. She is wearing a black wrap top with no bra underneath and a pair of black leather pants with black pumps. He's never seen her dressed quite so sexy and he's having trouble taking his eyes off of her.

"Hey! Did you just get here? I hope you weren't waiting long," she asks him, as she searches through a small crossbody purse. She finds a red lipstick and begins applying it and Harry is having trouble formulating words as he continues to stare at her. Amy stops what she is doing and looks at him, to make sure he heard her and she finds him looking her up and down. She steps closer to him, putting her hand on his jaw and shutting his open mouth.

"Baby, you're drooling. Come on, let's go," she says winking, as she leads the way outside.

Harry follows her like a lost puppy, definitely noticing that she just called him 'baby.' The word is repeating itself over and over in his head like a record skipping and he loves each listen. She stops in front of a Vespa scooter and hands Harry a helmet and puts one on herself.

"We're taking this?!" Harry asks, shock in his voice.

"Is that a problem?" Amy responds.

Harry eyes her and then the scooter.

"Do I get to drive?"

"If you'd like," she says back smiling, knowing she now has him hooked .

"Okay, I'm driving. I don't trust you in those heels," he says laughing and she swats at him playfully. He puts on the helmet and gets on the front. She doesn't waste time, throwing her leg over and wrapping her arms around him.