Can't Remember To Forget You
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We laid together in silence, Harry running his fingers through my hair, me tracing the ink scattering his chest and abdomen. I could lay here forever... At least until my mind starts running wild.
"What is this to you Harry?" I whisper, afraid to ask. I don't know where that came from, but I need to know.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know... I just, I don't want to be another one of your girls. And I know whatever's going on between us is more than that, but... I don't know." I sigh.
"It's only you, baby." Harry kisses my forehead. "I only want you, and it better be the same damn way for you. There's no way I'm sharing you."
I smile to myself. That's what I needed to hear. "There isn't, it's only you for me too."
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(WARNING: MATURE STORY)
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