Flame [h.s.]

25| Issues

I'm jealous, I'm overzealous
When I'm down, I get real down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just as fast

Olivia

If this is a dream please never let me wake up from it.

Seriously, don't.

This really was the last thing I was expecting tonight. I was going to watch 'Love actually' for the millionth time like I do when Christmas time comes when I heard a light knock on the door. Immediately I thought it was Caleb or Jane, maybe even Theo, but I couldn't be more wrong.

From the moment he stepped inside my house I knew we would end up kissing. The tension between us was palpable, you could feel it from miles away, he just needed to give in. I never thought it would happen so soon, not after the night we had agreed to be simply friends. Tonight, when he looked at me from top to bottom, how he spoke to me was evident we would end up kissing.

The only question now is: does he regret it?

Right now I was laying down on my back on my two-seat sofa, as Harry was laying sideways against the backrest as his face was still very close to mine. Both our legs were awkwardly intertwined as the space available for them to spread freely was scarce.

None of us dared to speak for the whole time, afraid to ruin the moment. His lips can't get tired of kissing mine, as every few seconds he leans in closer to me, pecking my lips in those in-between moments we weren't making out.

After our heated make-out session, we had to stop to catch on our breaths. Harry was such an amazing kisser, as I already expected. His lips were so soft and tender against mine, he never rushed the kiss, taking time to explore every corner of my mouth, slowly biting and sucking my swollen lips. His hands also wanted to discover more from my body, as he placed them several times under my shirt, feeling my warm skin.

Harry was supporting his weight on his arm, which was resting by my head, against the armchair rest. He didn't seem to be very comfortable but he didn't dare to move from the position we had gotten in during a kiss.

His face comes closer to mine once more, but this time instead of kissing my lips, he kisses the tip of my nose, never letting go of the shy smile printed on his lips for the last half an hour.

The smile means he doesn't regret it, right?

"I always try to look good when I see you only for you to finally kiss me when I am in my pyjamas." I decide to say trying to lighten up the mood.

The last thing I want is to scare him away. He just kissed me, which wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't married. I don't feel guilty or bad about it like I should be feeling. I don't like Addison one bit, I think she is an unsupportive wife, who only thinks about herself. If she was a sweet woman, I would definitely regret this, but she isn't.

Harry let's out a muffled laugh with my words. "Does that mean you get dressed to impress me?" He raises an eyebrow placing his hand over my stomach. My white shirt was now above my ribcages but none of us was too bothered to pull it back down.

"It is an incentive yes." I say shamelessly.

I guess it's time to admit I put on skirts and dresses not only because I look good on them, but because I love the way he looks at me.