Sara Andrews has always had image issues but now that she's a senior in high school everything seems to be falling apart around her. When she finally confides in a teacher the school brings in a young British counselor right out of school in hopes t...
"Don't make me get out of here with wet white fucking boxers and strip you myself Sara." Harry threatens. Oh but I wish you would Harry.
Well. I did say I wanted to be free right?
Sighing I pull off my shoes and socks before sliding off my shirt.
I can't believe I'm fucking doing this.
Thank God Harry told me to change out of a thong but my lace boyshorts are not what I want to be seen in.
"The hard part is over, now you just need to jump!" Harry says as he pulls himself up on a rock, the muscles in his glistening shoulders and back ripple leaving me wanting to lick every drop of water off of his skin. "First can you wrap up our stuff in the towel, put it in the bag and toss it down to me?" He asks and I do as told not wanting people to see me walking around like this and dripping wet.
Harry catches it with ease and secures it in a dry spot before jumping back into the water.
"Come on love!" He says opening his arms wide towards me.
Michael would never do this, he'd never be this carefree and fun. He'd never make me laugh the way Harry does, he'd never make me feel the way Harry does even just as a friend which is why I'm running away from my past and diving headfirst into my future.
Literally.
Harry cheers as I plunge into the water. "I can't believe I just fucking did that." I squeal after surfacing. The water is clear and crisp but feels so good after our run and everything.
"How do you feel?" Harry asks as he swims towards me smiling.
"Amazing." I say sighing in joy.
"This place reminds me of home, back behind my mum's house in Holmes Chapel there's a river my friends and I used go to on the rare hot days in England." He explains pinching his lips before smirking. "You know, I actually had my first kiss by that river too." He recalls chuckling. "It was pretty steamy."
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"We were like, against a tree. I could barely see her eyes from her awkward bangs but it was nice." He muses. "Well that is until she didn't want to wait for me to be ready so she fucked my best friend." He adds shrugging.
"That's a horrible story Harry!" I say splashing at him.
"If it were a happy story I wouldn't be here with you." Harry says smirking. "I would of become a baker or an estate agent or some shit."
"A baker?" I ask laughing.
"Hey I'm a good baker! Don't knock it till you try it love." He teases before pausing in thought. "Your family's business and expectations aside, what do YOU want Sara?" He asks.
"To be free, to move down the coast. Buy a little seaside cottage in Monterey and study art at UC Santa Cruz." I answer sadly. "To find happiness away from all this." Harry nods knowingly. "But I'll be attending UC Davis next fall, just like they want studying shit I hate."
"You should still apply to UC Santa Cruz, a lot can change in the next year." Harry says.
"They won't."
"They can't force you to do something if you aren't there Sara." He says. "I think after you graduate you should get the fuck out of this place, away from Michael and your brother in law."
"Maybe." I reply quietly, I know I could but they would find me.
Suddenly something brushes up against my leg and I rush over to Harry screaming. I latch on to him as he chuckles. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?" I screech.
"It was just a fish Love." Harry chirps with the most breathtaking smile when I realize that I'm still holding on to him with my legs around his torso.
"Sorry." I whisper as I go to release him but his large hands grip my waist.
"I'm not complaining." He whispers sheepishly as he gazes into my eyes. It felt like time stood still, the tension between us was thick with want and curiosity. I bite my lip nervously, his eyes glance down as he licks his lips.
Harry leans forward and presses his lips against mine tentatively as he awaits for either approval or denial from my lips.
There's no fucking way I could deny them.
My hands trail behind his neck as I return the kiss that has been in the air between us for days. Harry smiles against my lips, he removes a hand from my waist and brings it to my neck so he can deepen the kiss. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip begging for access which I grant happily.
I have never been kissed like this, I can literally feel his passion throbbing in my soul as our tongues intertwine together.
Is this what kissing is meant to feel like?
If it is I don't think I ever want to stop, but alas.
We must breathe right?
Our breath is labored as we stare at each other, Harry cups my face and strokes my cheek with his thumb. A seemingly innocent gesture that melts me even more.
"I've been wanting to do that since the moment I saw you." Harry whispers. "You are so fucking beautiful Sara." He says as he gazes at my face.
Not my body.
Michael told me I was beautiful in the beginning but then I was sexy. It felt good until I realized her was talking to my body and not ME.
No one has called me beautiful and I really felt what they were saying was true, not until now.
In this moment I feel beautiful, I feel powerful and I feel like I never want to stop this feeling.
"So are you." I whisper before reconnecting our lips, I take the initiative and deepen the kiss this time. Something I had never done before. Harry returns the depth of my kiss as our lips mold together in a perfect rhythm.
There was nothing behind this kiss but unbridled affection and that was different for me, no underlying anger or jealousy. For once I truly felt free and his lips.....
