Harry slams me into the wall, his eyes angry. I gasp holding onto his arms for support, my head spins as he closes the space between us; our mouths inches apart. His green eyes are burning into mine, all I want to do is look away; but I can't. "Claire, you have no damn idea what you do to me," he chuckles darkly," and yet you still think I don't care for you." "Cause you do-don't" I stutter, Harry curses under his breath. I can feel my heart beating rapidly against my chest as his hand moves down to my waist. His eyes flicker to my lips, and he bites his own licking them seductively. "We could be together," he whispers into my ear," If you wanted to."
Even the ones who we least expect it are the ones hurting. You always hear that the same people who laugh the most are the ones hurting in secret. I didn't believe it until I met you. We heal wounds on others because it's easier to fix theirs than ours. We have a lot more in common more than you know. We're two people stuck in a labyrinth with nowhere to go. We'll be alright.
-H
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May the games begin...
I start shaking my right leg up and down feeling nervous by the way he talks to me. I have no idea how to respond to him. I never planned to actually feel intimidated by him so quickly but I honestly should've expected that from the way he would talk to me or about himself while we texted.
"Someone's nervous? Baby, it's okay. I don't bite, unless you want me to," He says seductively. He continues looking at me licking his lips as he then moves his eyes down to my chest staring hard at them. The way his words roll off his tongue is enough to make me feel something in between my legs.