Six People, Three Couples, One Story

Slow Hands

Lyndsey's POV:

For our honeymoon, Niall took me to Greece where he rented out an entire home off the coast. We found ourselves dancing in the middle of the room. It was such a sweet dance that I ended up closing my eyes and lightly resting my head against his. I didn't want this moment to end because at this moment I was incandescently happy. 

Something came over me, to where I kissed the side of his cheek, leaving a trail over to his lips. I caught Niall off guard because he pulled away and stared at me. It wasn't long before his lips met mine again. At first, our kisses started off sweet and slow but then turned into a passion as they fought for control. 

Niall's hand grabbed my thighs and he pulled me off the ground, while I wrapped my legs around his waist. He cared me over to the bed and gently set me on my back while he managed to continue kissing me. His lips left my lips and moved down to my neck where he began sucking each spot for five seconds before moving on. It felt so good that I let out a groan. 

When he made his way down to my abdomen, I pulled him back up to my lips and stopped to look him in the eyes. I could hear him breathing heavily. 

"Niall, can we take it slow?" I asked. 

Niall nodded and whispered, "Yes."

I placed my hands on his chest before sliding over to untie his robe and push it off. Niall reciprocated by taking off my robe while he maintained hovering over me. His eyes scanned my body while he positioned himself between my legs.

"You're sure?"

"Yes," I whispered before placing my lips on his. "I love you."

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Sara's POV:

I was locking up my office when I heard a female voice call my name. I turned around and dropped my keys on the ground once I realized it was Camille Rowe. She has some nerve showing up here after everything that happened with Harry. 

"Camile," I blurted out loud. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to explain what happened between Harry and me." 

"Okay, we can talk in here," I said as I reopened my office door. 

Camille took a seat on the couch across from my usual chair. She set her purse on the ground and made herself comfortable. 

"I can see why Harry married you, you are very beautiful," Camille remarked. 

"Thank you," I mumbled as I looked down and twiddled with my wedding ring. 

"What you think happened between Harry and me isn't what you think," She began. "I got Harry to my place by threatening suicide. He came over to check on me and when he realized I lied, he tried to leave but I stopped him by kissing him."

Camille stopped while I waited to hear the rest. 

"I'm not proud of what I did. I just broke up with my boyfriend and was in a dark place. I admit I was craving attention." Camille explained. "After I kissed Harry, he immediately told me that I shouldn't have done that because I was no longer someone he loved. He told me that he loved you and only you. Once he made that clear to me, he walked off."

I was shocked. I had no words. The fact that Camille was telling me this was surprising because she would love to have Harry back but it did show me something. I felt bad because I haven't given Harry a chance to explain himself but I was also upset that he hadn't made any motion to chase me. 

"Thank you for telling me, Camille."

She stood up from the couch and said, "Harry, really loves you. I hope I didn't ruin your marriage over my selfish behavior. I hope you and Harry can forgive me."

She walked out of my office, leaving me with an aching heart.