Before She Falls

Who could deny these butterflies? "I know you can't resist me, Kat" he whispers into my ear as his finger tips brush against the skin on my back. An involuntary tingle rolls down my spine, ending where Harry's fingertips just were. I can't believe this is the same curly-haired boy I met a when I was sixteen years old. "Kiss me" he says softly, his lips grazing against my neck.