We finally arrive at the door, "Well, well, well I can't believe my eyes, Harry you actually brought a date and a beautiful one at that. We have a surprise when entering the Gala this year. Look above your heads." We both looked at the mistletoe dangling above our heads.
Harry spoke up, " Unfortunately Louis, we can't mate. We are step - siblings, it's not going to happen just let us through." Harry sounded pissed.
"Can't mate, house rules. There are no blood ties, just kiss her beautiful lips. You're holding up the line just do it. " Louis thought about something. " Oh yeah you have a no kissing rule, ha ha ha, well you've got to kiss this beauty to enter. What's the big deal your not dating it's just a kiss to get you crunk for the party." Louis smiles real big.
The whole time Harry is arguing not to kiss me I'm wondering how his lips will feel.While I'm wondering, Harry pull our bodies face to face and kiss me with his soft lips. I'm sure he intended for it to be a chaste kiss but once our lips touched they had a mind of their own. Our lips danced like entwined lovers in a long relationship. His hands grabbed my waist to pull me in closer. I could feel his heat through my thin leather jacket. His large hot hands slid down my back and rest right at the curve of my lower back. He bit my bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth and groaned when I pressed my body to his.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪 𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s6
─ SLOW-burn, flirting, ANGST, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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