"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 Seventeen ________________
Danielle
I couldn't find the proper words to explain how I felt right now. I could easily say that I'm nervous.. embarrassed or completely confused on why this particular person was standing at my doorway.
My emotions were running wild and there were a million things that came across my mind as I lied on my bed; frozen.
His voice passed through my ears like the sound of a piano, a sound that always made me feel drowsy because of the soft keys.
What he said was vulgar, but my mind ignored it because that wasn't my main priority right now.
It seemed as if I hadn't heard his voice in years, and I'm not going to lie.. I wanted to cry. But after remembering what position I was in right now, I quickly grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body.
My eyes remained glued to the bed, but it wasn't hard to gaze at him from the corner of my eye. His attire wasn't no different from any other day, but he was wearing a chestnut hat that I've never seen before.
Man, I wanted to look.
Harry cleared his throat to get my attention and I flicked my eyes up at him for literally just a second before looking away again.
I seen everything in that short gaze; his face was paler than usual and his eyes were darkened. Beads of sweat rested on his forehead where his stray curls rested beneath his hat.
"I-I didn't mean to walk on you while you were..." Harry drifted off. The tone in his voice reminded me of shame. Was that how he was feeling? Or was he just trying to be funny by stating the obvious?
My cheeks turned a deep shade of red at the thought of him standing at my doorway as I touched on myself, screaming out his name.
How long has he been watching me? And how in the hell did he get in my house in the first place.
"I know you're probably upset with me and I came here to.. to apologize." Harry said, taking me by surprise.
Was he really apologizing to me?
"I'm sorry for not speaking to you for a couple of days after what happened, but I just needed time to—"
"To what?" I interrupted him, looking up at him with watery eyes. I didn't understand where these emotions were coming from, nor have I experienced it before but they couldn't be controlled. "To think about how you're gonna play me again."
