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Harry's POV.
'' What the...'' I mumble looking at my right and see a shoe next to my face.
She didn't. She just didn't do what I think she did...
I turn around lifting myself from the ground and glace at her in disbelief.
'' You just threw a heel to me'' I state the obvious and she smirks proudly as she places her hands on her hips, glaring me from upside down.
'' I did.''
'' Why?'' I whine massaging my poor beaten head. I think I've seen the stars, dang.
'' Because you're a coward and you were turning your back to me while I was talking to you'' Grace licks her lips provoking me to say something smart in return.
'' You have fucking thrown a shoe to me, you hurt me!'' I complain, I feel like a baby who can't seem to give up to a toy his mother will never buy for him.
'' Yeah. I hope you came back to your sense now.'' I don't answer and Grace unclasps the other heel and makes it jump on the palm of her hand.
'' Because if you don't, I will use also the other one and this time, I will strike a bit more down'' I protectively pose and hand on my crotch and touch it gently.
'' I may need that if you don't mind'' Grace stumbles towards me, bare feet as she tries to keep the dress together and once she's right in front of me, I find myself freeze as I look into her eyes.
Whenever she's near, I feel like the gravity dissolves and suddenly she's the one keeping me steady, making me feel alive and so, so powerful.
Her rosy cheeks fill with air as she pounds at me, crossing her arms to her chest; her eyelashes fall down and she rocks her weigh from a foot to the other before coming to torture me with her hazel gaze.
'' My head hurts'' I dumbly remark as I find myself leaning closer.
'' My heart does too'' I close my eyes and massage my temples exhausted.
That's why I have to go, to stop her pain. Then why I find myself with my lips glued to her face? Damn it. I have no self-control.
I first kiss her cheek, then her jaw, till Grace steps on my shoes and, lifting on her toes, she surprises me crossing her arms around my neck.
She messes with my hair and kisses my forehead smiling gently.
'' Let's go home'' I propose but her lips only part more.
'' I am already home'' I lift her bridal style and she brushes her nose to mine before pecking at my lips tenderly, igniting my body.
Where do I take her? Where is my home now? The holiday house.
**
We enter the house and Grace swings around with my coat on. She seems so tiny in that black piece of cloth but it's not that what makes her look like a little girl, it's the way she's smiling jumping and rocking around the room, like a levee moved by a summer wind. The twinkle in her eyes is so bright it could blind me.
