"Name something that you've done with a boy." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending chills down my spine.
For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected.
"N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows and fiddling wi...
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Chapter Thirty Two ________________
The possibility of my mother walking in became my main concern. My original intentions were to call Harry and see if he could uplift me a bit after what I had just encountered with my mom and inform him that I wouldn't be having my phone for a while.
But, it didn't go that way at all.
We can blame his voice for it, though, because the way he sounded through the speaker made my knees weak. Harry wasn't even supposed to find out about what Janet ended up buying for me, it kind of just... came out. And I didn't want him to notice that I was being a crybaby with mommy issues.
I tried to argue Harry down about this idea of showing him my body through a FaceTime call considering the fact that I didn't have much time before my mother came asking for the device. But he didn't want to hear anything I had to say, so that left me in this exact position.
I'm in my bed dressed in this velvet two piece that was excessively hard to put on because of clips that attaches to the stockings and bottoms.
Unfortunately I didn't own a mirror in my bedroom, so I couldn't glimpse at how I look with this outfit on which made me feel timorous about showing Harry. Although he's seen me completely bare before, I still couldn't accept this because he's seeing a different side of me.
I'm always dressed in private school clothes that somehow turns Harry on for an unknown reason, and my undergarments are... childish compared to the other ones he has seen in his lifetime.
I could only hope that they he's pleased with what he sees.
After washing the vibrator and returning to my bed, I decided on a shoe box to keep my phone sitting up because there weren't any other options and now the only task left was to call Harry, but I couldn't.
My thumb sat just above the call icon, yet, I couldn't find the confidence in me to tap it. My nerves were starting to eat me alive and I'm not even sure if I have what it takes to go through with this.
You'd expect me to feel completely comfortable with Harry and I do... to an extent. I'm not too bothered on what he already knows about me and what he sees because he told me that he likes who I am, which makes me question if he'll even like seeing me in lingerie.
Once I was about to throw everything away and just back out, my phone rings with Harry's name written across the screen above, 'would like to FaceTime.'
But what scares me the most is the fact that my face is showing on the screen and I'm not entirely sure if he could see me or not, so it led me to panicking and clicking the green button by accident.
Soon, Harry's face appeared. His curls were wildly resting on his forehead and the white part in his eyes had a tint of red in them. He still managed to look like the finest human alive.
