Summer Girl

Summer Girl - Chapter 25

Chapter TWENTY FIVE

The living room was empty when I went in, and so was the kitchen. I put down the bag of food and noticed how clean it was - had I left the kitchen that clean? - but no Harley anywhere. It was so quiet. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I just opened the fridge and poured a glass of wine, then went upstairs to my room. I wanted him to be there, so bad, but I didn't know for sure.

  Pushing the door open, I gasped. The light was off, there was quiet music playing, candles lit. There was flower pedals on the floor and on the bed. Still, I didn't see Harley anywhere.

  "Harley?" I called out, my hands shaking. This was something that only happened in the movies.

  "Hey," he appeared behind me, touching my back. "I was planning to meet you downstairs, but I was just in the bathroom-"

  "You did all this?" I asked, thought the answer was obvious.

  He grinned, spinning me around to face him. "For you."

  "Harley... how did you..."

  "I had a little help... from Callen. And yes, he called me a hopeless romantic. Do you like it?"

  "I love it," I said quickly, then kissed him. "It's amazing."

  "Good," he smiled, pulling me closer.

  "I'm so glad you changed your mind," I said, closing my eyes.

  "About what?" he asked, his voice calm and quiet.

  "Me."

  "Iz, it wasn't changing my mind about you. It was allowing myself to get close to you, to open myself up to the possibility of heartbreak." He looked so serious, staring into my eyes.

  "To eventual heartbreak, you mean," I said, pulling back a bit.

  "Let's not do this, tonight. Please."

  "Sorry."

  "Hey... come here." Harley took my hand, pulling me over to my bed.

  We had already spent two nights together there, under my blankets. But I knew it was different now. The beach house was empty. It was only us. Even though my mind was racing with thoughts of what it would be like when he was gone, too, I went to the bed and sat down.

  Within a couple of minutes, he was on top of me. I was laying down, my head back on my pillow and he was lowering himself towards me. We had done this before, but we always had a reason to stop. Making out was one thing, but this was... different. I could feel it.

  "Tell me... to stop," Harley said, between kisses.

  I didn't want him stop, but my stomach growled and I remembered our dinner was downstairs in the kitchen. I kept kissing him, saying nothing.

  "If you don't... tell me to stop... I'm not going to," he told me, now kissing my neck.

  I was so relaxed, my eyes closed. He made me feel so good, it was like he knew exactly where to touch me and how to move so everything was perfect. He had obviously done this all before, but that was okay.

  When he started kissing my stomach, nudging up my shirt, I moaned unexpectedly. He grinned, happy I liked it. I wanted to know what he would do next. I wanted to feel everything he was thinking. I wanted it all.

  My phone was ringing, from the nightstand beside us, just a moment later. Harley ignored it, but I couldn't. It was distracting. I reached over and pressed a button so it would stop, but a minute later it started ringing again.