joanna {h.s}

5

Harry gave an awkward chuckle. "You want me... to pull over?" He questioned.

"Yes." I nodded.

He did as I said and when we came to a complete stop he looked at me. I unbuckled my seat belt and started to unzip his pants.

"Woah." He breathed, pushing my hands away. "Joanna, what are you doing?"

"I was going to—I thought you wanted—"

"You thought I wanted you to give me a blowjob?" He asked.

"But I see the way you look at me. What you say to me, Harry." I stare him down. "I've noticed it all."

He chuckles lightly, rubbing his face. "No, no. You've got it all wrong."

"Do I?" I bite my lip.

"Okay, I'll admit it. I do feel for you. God, you're so beautiful."

I smile. I don't think someone has actually called me beautiful the way he did.

"I don't want sex from you, Joanna. You're a child."