Dangerously Low

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"You can't hide everything from me Charlotte." Harry stated, while lifting his shirt over his head, his muscles flexing in the process of it.

"What are you talking about?" I raised a single eyebrow, putting up a confused face. My palms starting to sweat, because deep down, I knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Don't give me that shit!" Harry slammed his hand against the oak wood wardrobe. I subconsciously started chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." Harry turned to look at me. His jeans hung dangerously low, curls crowded his forehead, as he peered at me through his long lashes.

"I promise, no man will ever, and I mean ever, touch, or hurt you," Harry sauntered slowly over to me, "and I'll stop at nothing to keep that promise." He placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it tenderly. I looked up to his face meeting his gaze. Looking deep into his eyes I saw nothing but truth, and pure adornment.

"I know." I breathed out before he lowered himself to my level, looking into my eyes before pressing his lips to mine.

"Fuck Char, I love you."

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