Hard Knock Night | The Society

When she hears the frantic knocking on the front door, she thinks she's imagining it. But then the doorbell rings, and her confusion grows. There hadn't been anyone to expect, and the people who she shared her home with wouldn't knock. She had only just finished securing the towel around her when she swings open the door, foregoing a cautionary glance out the window to see who it was. She regrets that the moment she is greeted with a slightly out of breath, Harry, whose eyes are wide and dark.

He shoulders his way past her and she closes the door behind him. As soon as its shut Harry is pushing her up against the back of it. His forehead is pressing against hers, their faces just barely touching. His breath is heavy against her own, and when she looks up into his eyes, she knows exactly what is going on.