I Promise

Alone with Harry....(part 3)

~Camila's POV~

"Never have I ever given someone a lap dance" we had been playing 'never have I ever' for the past half hour. I looked up at the ceiling that was barely visible in the dark. His bed was probably a mass of pillows and sheets. The cool atmosphere forced goosebumps to appear on my bare skin, which at this moment was my whole body. I felt his soft hairs tickle my stomach. "Nope" he answered. "Has anyone ever given you a lap dance?" I asked as my fingers played with his curls brushing them of his face. "Why do you care?" He chuckled. "Because if you haven't had one then I thought maybe.... Maybe I could give you one" I tried to sound innocent as I twirled his curls in my fingers."well in that case, I haven't had a lap dance before" he sounded hopeful. I laughed. He flipped his body over so now his chin rested on my stomach as he tried to avoid my ribs. He kissed my stomach softly and tracing random patterns on my skin. I felt good to feel his skin against mine. He ran his smooth hand down my leg slowly. I wish I could stay like this forever with him but I knew we would have to get up eventually. I think it was around 4 in the morning and we hadn't slept a wink. "Harry what are you doing?" I asked as he trailed kisses down my leg. "I just want to kiss every inch of you" he spoke softly. I laughed " that's gonna take a while". "We've got all night" he said in response as his lips rose dangerously close to my thigh. He got closer and I felt my stomach clench. "Harry...." I said my breath already unsteady. "Camila...." He answered copying my tone. My fingers began to get tangled in his matted hair as the feeling intensified. Fuck this cast it was getting on the way. ughh and these stupid broken ribs. So much had happened in one night. My feeling for him had shifted completely and I wasn't sure I knew what they were.

~Harry's POV~

We were both out of breath as we lay there wrapped in each others arms. Her soft skin left mine tingling where ever they touched. I let out a deep breath and kissed her forehead. I wasn't in the least bit tired and neither was she. She rolled over so she could face me, she set her casted arm to one side. "Harry..." Her breaths were a bit more calm and even. "Yes" I responded. "What are you thinking about?" She asked in a curious tone. "I was just thinking that I missed a spot" I smiled and kissed her lips. "There we go, done" I gave her a triumphant smile, it was dark so I don't think she saw it that well. "Are you tired?" She asked in a simple tone. "Not at all, you?" I asked back. "I don't think I'll sleep at all tonight" she smirked. I loved her laugh, smirks, and chuckles they were soothing and genuine. In fact there were so many things I loved about her it would be to long to list. Wait, did I say I 'loved' all those things about her? Did I love her or did I just like her. I am so confused!!! My feelings are all mixed together. I'm gonna have to think everything through later. But right now I'm just glad she's in my arms. I looked down at her. Her eyes where closed and her breaths slow. I thought she said she wasn't tired? I laid my head back down on the bed. She's so beautiful. "I love listening to our heartbeat" she spoke faintly. "I thought you fell asleep on me" I answered honestly. "I'm to hyper to sleep right now" she lifted her head and tried to look at my eyes in the darkness. I suddenly felt her lift herself up a bit and crawl up over me. She straddled me. I could see a slight mischievous smile play on her lips. "Wanna play a game?" She asked tauntingly. I smirked. Here we go again.