Harry Styles: Instant Attraction

Harry Styles: Instant Attraction

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Harry Styles held his breath as his blind date emerged from the car outside. Nervously he watched from his unseen position in the restaurant bar as the car door opened - and his jaw dropped, fingers tightening on the glass he held in his hand. As he stared, an incredible pair of tan, sinuous legs folded out, and petite, high-heeled feet were placed on the pavement. Black, lustrous hair tumbled down her back and he instantly wanted to know what the weight would feel like in his hands. And then she exited the vehicle, standing and facing the restaurant square on, hands nervously smoothing her dress, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she looked toward the doors with obvious indecision. Harry sucked in a sharp breath, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut. Butterflies exploded into life within him. He stood up suddenly, mouth dry. The stunning, instant attraction he felt took his breath away. This blind date was suddenly a game changer.
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