Dinner was treated to us by the owner of the hotel. Mr Gerard was apparently a very good friend of Harry's father. With that privilege, Harry and I indulged in several dishes of sweet and spicy butter prawn and barbecue steak. I realized that I hadn't eaten a meal this large in such a long time. With all the stress that was built up in me before, I lost my appetite. I was so glad to be back to my old self again.
"That was seriously the best seafood I've ever tasted." I mused, leaning against the wall of the corridor. "Best thing about our trip so far."
"Don't be too quick to decide." Harry flashed a candy-coated grin at me, his pronounced dimples coming into sight. I didn't know what exactly he meant by that as I became distracted by his charm. He fiddled with some keys before unlocking the room door.
I was led inside with a gentle pull on my hand. "Be right back." He told me before walking to the bathroom. I smiled as I sat myself down on the edge of the massive king bed.
The bathroom door was ajar and my curiosity took over. I found myself tilting my head to the side to look. What the hell are you doing, Helena?
He was clad in his jeans but his bare back was in full view. His back muscles flexed as he dabbed a soaked napkin against his face. He began to yawn as his broad shoulders stretched with his sturdy arms. I have always found him attractive, but right now, I was absolutely captivated by him.
I quickly looked away when he carried himself out of the bathroom with a new t-shirt in hand. He walked towards the bed and shook his hazel-toned ringlets. Without thinking, I stood up and advanced towards him.
Harry smiled as he swept his curls to the side. With his large hand placed tightly on my waist, he tugged me close to him. My heart started to flutter feeling his adjacent warmth. My pulse quickened as I daringly began to run the tips of my fingers along his strong, bare arms.
I jerked a little when I felt him kiss me near my ear. "It's alright." He breathed lowly. "There's nothing stopping us now, is there?" He encouraged. He knew exactly what I was feeling. My mind still couldn't get used to the fact that now I was completely free to do whatever I wanted to.
I lightly shook my head before placing a hand on the nape of his neck. I pulled him in and gave him a passionate kiss. With each rapid beat of my heart, I was starting to enjoy this a lot. This was the first time I was initiating a kiss with Harry. And it felt good.
He returned the same amount of passion I invested as his soft lips played around with mine in a rousing manner. He slowly pulled away. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this." He whispered softly.
I tiptoed and wrapped my arms tightly around Harry's neck before crashing our lips again. Indeed I felt fireworks. This was what I'd been longing to feel. The sensation was indescribable. My eyes were shut as he carried me onto the bed, our lips never parting.
My back rested against the delicate material of the bed and Harry crawled on top of me, teasing me with a cheeky half smile. I pulled him down into a kiss by a playful grip on the thin, black chain around his neck.
His knee rested between my legs as his warm hand made its away under my shirt. I broke the kiss with a chuckle when he tickled me agilely on the midriff. I softly laughed against his lips as he smirked at my reaction. "Harry..." I breathed, my petite hands pushing his hair back into a quiff.
He didn't seem to mind as he planted wet kisses along my jawline before his tender lips made their way to my ear. "Harry-" I let out a faint moan when he bit my earlobe and sucked.
I began to breathe at a faster pace when Harry's hand stretched over to the bedside drawer, opening it. We both knew what was in it. He snatched out a small, square packet out of it and pulled away from me. He studied it for a moment before tearing it open.
