Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 66.

This is part of a double update please read chapter 65 first.

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I must admit, I can't explain
Any of these thoughts racin' through my brain
It's true
But, baby, I'm howlin' for you
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Harlow Dean

Never in my life did I think I'd be showering fully naked with a man, but here I am.

I guess Harry's more than just a man though.

He came to my house without me asking, he sat down with me and asked if was okay, he told me I was beautiful and right now, he's making it very difficult to control myself.

His back is against the wall under the water and he's got his arms around my waist holding me against him as his lips attack mine hungrily. To begin with it was a sweet, meaningful kiss however quickly it turned into something much more sensual than just a sweet innocent kiss under the warm shower water.

I felt so nervous to start with, every time we've ever been intimate I've had the lights off and right now there's not one ounce of darkness creeping into my bathroom right now. I feel so vulnerable and it's slightly terrifying, however for some reason Harry managed to get rid of every ounce of fear coursing through my veins.

He called me a golden pheasant which I found funny, I didn't realise he was so fascinated by birds to the point where he's able to list the most beautiful bird off the top of his head, but this guy seems to be full of surprises.

When he said he loves birds I almost died. Part of me thought maybe he meant it in the same way I wanted him to, but I don't think he'd know if he felt that way. Especially considering he's never been in a relationship before.

Right now that's the least of my worries, his lips on my neck is all I'm able to concentrate on, as well as his wandering hands slowly creeping down my front, dangerously low on my abdomen. My hands did the same, brushed down his muscles however when I reached his butterfly tattoo I smiled, my mind wandering to that conversation when he said he likes when I touch that tattoo.

"Harlow..." Harry pants out, pulling back from my neck only now making me realise he was grinding himself on my thigh.

"I'm scared," he admits timidly, "I don't want you to think I'm only here to have sex with you because...Harlow for the first time ever I'm not just with letting someone use me for sex and I'm scared, I don't know what to do."

I think this might be one of the first times he's said something like that to me, and it shocked me because he's doing a better job than half of the male population, and Harry hasn't even been in a relationship other than ours.

I lift my hand back up to his face, cupping his cheek like he always does with mine when he can tell I'm feeling vulnerable and scared.

"I don't think you're using me for sex. You're doing amazing at everything," I tell him, caressing his cheek with my thumb, "je suis le plus heureux quand je suis avec toi."

Harry smiles like he always does when I talk French to him and I find it funny because he doesn't understand it. Sometimes that works to my advantage, for instance when I told him a certain L-word, however in times like this I'd gladly give him the translation.

"I'm happiest when I'm with you."

Harry's cheeks tinted a sweet shade of pink and his dimples came out to play at the same time. He just looks so beautiful and I could genuinely stare into those prey green eyes of his all day.

He leaned forward, pressing out lips together whilst tugging my body against his. His fingers dug into the skin on my ass and my fingers were lacing themselves into Harrys wet hair, pulling on the roots when he started kissing the sweet spot on my neck.