"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 Twenty Eight __________________
Mistakes are made as human beings, but there's only a few that you can accept. Harry's mistake was one that I couldn't allow myself to move past. I don't know how he had the ability to make me forget about it in a couple of seconds. Having him place his mouth on me and whispering in my ear felt... amazing. The feeling was something that I yearned and I hadn't even noticed until we parted away.
When Harry apologized, I knew he meant it by the sound in his voice. But I couldn't decipher what he was truly apologizing for anymore since he made two mistakes: he stopped talking to me for a while and he kissed a girl.
When I saw the girl lean in, my heart stopped and I felt dumb for even thinking about having the talk with Harry. He isn't even mature enough for it, although he's twenty one.
Harry shows me over and over that no matter the age, a man can still act like a child. I don't see his purpose in doing these things to me... like does it make him feel good that he has this power over me?
I try not to be stereotypical, but I can't help but believe that he's only this way because he knows any women is bound to fall down on their knees for him. I mean... look at him— he's handsome.
Every girl goes for the colored eyed guys with the tight jeans and wavy hair, nowadays, so it doesn't surprise me when it comes to the affect that he has on them. He's hard to resist.
Unfortunately, Harry's used to getting what he wanted whenever he wanted, but that wasn't going to slide with me. At the end of the day, I still bow down to only one man and that's God. It'll forever be him regardless of what he might think of me now.
And now that Harry might be officially out of my life, I can live up to his expectations and remain the same church girl from a month ago.
When I made it to my tent, I closed it just in case my parents or someone decided to walk in on me. I sat down on the blow up bed, then collided my hands together as I stared at the thin material that kept me boxed in from the world.
This had to be the most complicated time in my entire life. I've never felt confused, misled or... this darn devastated. So many things were happening in front of me and anyone might say I'm over reacting but I'm not.
My life has always ran smoothly; no family problems, no boy problems— none of it. My parents never gave anyone a reason to question their love and loyalty for one another, but here I am with these thoughts in my head.
On top of that, Harry was becoming important to me. I seen myself wanting to have him around, wanting him to talk to me, wanting him to caress my body in numerous ways, wanting to just be around him every second of the day.
