Off The Ice

Chapter 61

As usual, I cry when Sam drives over to Lou's in the middle of the night after he calls her about his mom. I can feel Harry's eyes on me, but I don't call him out on it because he does this every single time we watch a movie. 

When the movie ends, it's already nine and we all realize that we haven't eaten. We find that Annie has already ordered pizza for the house and it's in the kitchen. We eat quickly and then I bid my friends goodbye so I can go home with Harry and get some sleep.

I drive us back to his house and we get through the trees and the door very quickly. It's been warming up lately but with the sun not out it's still as freezing as ever outside. 

When we get inside I stand there and throw my arms straight out in front of me. "Carry me to bed," I plead in a baby voice.

"I thought you hated it when I picked you up."

"I do. But much tired. Such far." I do my best to put on a pouty face, and I hear him groan and laugh at the same time before I feel his hands scoop behind my knees and knock me off of my feet and into his arms. He carries me effortlessly down the dark hallway and to the bedroom.

"You don't have clothes to sleep in," he points out after he lays me on the bed. 

"Give me some of yours," I mindlessly suggest, rolling over to hide my eyes from the light of the lamp next to the bed that he's just flicked on. 

I hear a few drawers open and close and then clothes land on top of me. I don't bother looking at them or making an effort to move. I just say, "Dress me, Daddy."

"Don't call me Daddy again unless you want me to rip off your clothes and not bother putting any back on."

"Is that a threat, Daddy?" I roll back over and look at him with malicious eyes. His tongue wets his bottom lip before he pulls his lip ring between his teeth.

"Nope, I can't do this. Not while you're basically falling asleep. It's just inhumane," he says as he shakes his head. 

"I am very much awake, thank you. Now are you going to take off my clothes, or am I going to have to?"

He sighs but I hear him move towards me. He peels off my boots, socks, and leggings before sliding his sweatpants over my legs. They're not as baggy as I thought they would be, but they're still loose enough to be comfortable. 

Then he raise my arms above my head on the mattress and removes my shirt over my head. He reaches under my back and unhooks by bra, sliding it down my shoulders. He places a small kiss on the swell of my cleavage and goosebumps form but they quickly discipate when he places one of his plain black t-shirts on my body. 

It still smells like him.

He pulls back the top of the comforter and then comes back to me and picks me up again. He places me under the blankets and rests my head on my already blanket-covered pillow. 

I hear the zip of his jeans go down and sound that tells me that his pants are now on the floor in a messy pile. Next I hear a smaller noise and I know his shirt is off. Seconds later he climbs in bed next to me and flicks off the light before pulling me close to him. I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat and feel him breathing. This is one of my favorite feelings in the world. 

He starts loosely dragging his fingertips along the part of my shoulder that is exposed by the over-sized t-shirt falling off of it slightly. "Did you have fun today with your friends?"

I nod against his chest. "Lots. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For going back with me."