"Harry, I'm taken. I have a boyfriend." I told him, pushing him away from me. "What you have with him, is anything but being taken. Use that loosely, because he doesn't deserve that title." Harry pushed his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek, then backed away. Smiling softly, he turned and walked back to his car, leaving me in wonder, and as much as I hate to admit it, maybe in love too.All Rights Reserved