"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 Fifty Five ________________
Waking up to the sound of pans hitting the ground from downstairs, my arms stretched across the bed and my eyes slowly started to flutter open. Expecting to see widened curtains with the sun beaming through the window, I'm surprised when I don't see any sign of light in the room— just darkness.
Looking over to the side of me, disappointment filled my insides along with sadness when I don't see Harry's curls sprawled out on the white pillow with parted lips. I sighed then attempted to move, but my entire body felt too sore as if I lifted weights or ran the day prior.
The soreness wasn't unbearable, so I thought standing up would be okay. But that was until I tried lift myself up from the mattress after sitting up and throwing my legs over the side of the bed. I sat right back down and squeezed my eyes closed when a burning sensation erupted in between my legs.
"Okay, maybe if I just sit here for a while..." I spoke to myself, wrapping the sheet around my naked body to protect me from the cold breeze that circulated around the bedroom.
My mind goes on to recall what happened some hours ago, which was something special although it took place in his sisters house and bed. Harry showed me a different side of him mentally, and sexually. He cared so much about how I felt and my well being throughout the intimate moment and to be honest... I didn't expect it.
His hands caressed my body in many ways that only felt secure to me. From the deep colored prints on my light skin, it allowed me to remember every place he dug his long fingers into which didn't seem to bother me when he was doing it.
I placed my hand on my mouth as a smile started to form on my lips at the memory while simultaneously shaking my head in disbelief. It's hard to actually believe that I'm no longer a virgin and I lost it to someone who loves me as much as I love them.
I don't regret my decision and I don't think I ever will regardless of how anyone feels about it, including my mother, father, and everyone else who knows me at the church. I'm happy with where I'm at but what I'm most worried about is two months from now.
I haven't told Harry about the letters I received back from two of the four schools I applied to, which was Seattle University, Ludwig Maximilian University of Munich, Berkeley and Harvard. I'll be preparing to leave for college in fall and I'm not prepared.
If we end everything, I don't know how I'll be able to cope with that because as of right now... I feel deeply attached to Harry to where I want to be under him every second and kiss him until my lips fall off. I wouldn't want what we've built to go to waste and I for sure don't want to see him with anyone else.
