"“Angela!” Danny called from the bottom of the staircase.
I pulled on my black skinny jeans and combed my hair loosely with my fingers.
When I reached the top of the stairs, I stopped. Everything stopped. Except my breathing- which kicked up to super-speed.
I saw him. I saw him standing next to Danny.
My gaze trailed up from his messily-laced black boots, his long, lean legs clad in black jeans, distanced, but determined to hold their ground.
His hands clasped loosely, but also in a restraining manner- behind his broad-shoulders and taut-muscled back.
His black leather jacket strained slightly as his biceps and triceps struggled to breath. And his face. His porcelain face was still. His red lips like curled ever so slightly- like a withering rose petal.
His eyes- a brilliant dark green that held my gaze hostage.
Harry
I took a deep breath and slowly made me way down, clutching the banister for support.
Harry continued to try to hold my gaze, but I kept looking down- afraid I would have a real asthma attack if I stared too long into those mesmerizing marbles.
“You’re asthma’s gotten worse, so I made an appointment for you. And Harry’s gonna take you” Danny explained.
My chest hitched, acting as plain evidence of his observation.
Harry stole my gaze, as if he knew it was his fault that my asthma came back.
And the harder I tried to- I needed to look away, the longer he stared at me.
I looked at Danny, he hadn’t noticed a thing. Of course he hadn’t noticed. He never notices anything important. And I was glad.
“But his truck smells like smoke” I complained, crossing my arms over my chest, hoping to calm my breathing.
“Well at least my lungs can take some smoke” Harry retorted. He grinned ever-so slightly and a dimple peaked through. He let his gaze fall to my chest.
I suppressed a blush.
“It’s not my fault I have asthma” I spat.
Harry took a dangerous step closer to me.
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