Blind Date

Chapter 33 • Three Small Words

"Thank you for breakfast. You were right; the scone was delish."

"It was, wasn't it?" Harry grins in my direction, pushing his sunnies further up his nose. "I'll have to make them a staple item on my list then."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I definitely have a few items that are always on my list."

He hums in interest, situating himself on the couch to face me, "Care to share what they are?"

"Okay, but only if you don't judge me."

"Of course I won't judge you, JJ. Go on now, please."

"Alright, uhm, the first most important item is dairy milk. I use it in my tea and hot cereal, oh and for dunking my chocolate biscuits."

"Ah, the most important reason," he smirks.

"You know it, uhm, what else? Oh coffee, apples and a chocolate bar, but I divide it in its sections for each day of the week."

He furrows his eyebrows, "You're a grown woman who can buy all the sweets you want and I wouldn't ask you to explain yourself. Why did you sound defensive about it, love?"

"I uhm, I honestly don't know. Well, I guess I do know, but I don't want to talk about that," I brush it off, scooting closer and I place my hand on his shoulder. "I'd much rather snog my boyfriend."

"Hmm, you would?" he knowingly asks and I hum in answer. "So do I . . . not snog my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend. I have a girlfriend. You're my girlfriend, but you knew what I meant, right?"

"Yes," I cant hold back my giggle.

"Are you laughing at me?" his fake gasp is adorable and I coo at him.

"Aw, I'm so sorry, love," I peck his lips, smoothing my hand down to his chest. "Can I make it up to you?"

"Uhm," he clears his throat, seemingly surprised by my action, "I'm sure you can think of something."

I watch his mouth as he subtly licks his bottom lip and he places his hand on mine. Using my arm as a guide, he smooths his hand up to my shoulder until it lands on the side of my neck.

"Y'know what's interesting is that your robe feels softer now than when I bought it."

"It does?" I question with a smile and he nods. "I forgot; your sense of touch is more sensitive than mine."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," he pauses, delicately dragging his finger down my neck to my chest beneath my robe, "but you're the one with the sensitive touch now, yeah?"

I suck in a breath as his hand settles on the waistband of my pyjama bottoms and I grip his shoulder. As I close my eyes, I feel his fingers work at undoing the drawstring while his lips begin sucking on my neck just below my ear. His teeth graze my skin, making me wince and gasp at the same time and his tongue soothes the sting.

"Mmm, your neck tastes divine, but I wanna taste something else." His words send a shiver down my spine and I realize now that his fingertips are beneath the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. "Can I?"

In my hazed state of mind, I rack my brain to remember if I'm on my period or not, if I shaved my legs this week and if the knickers I'm wearing are sexy enough.

Harry whispers my name, removing his hand to rest on my hip, "If you don't want me to-"

"No no no, I want you to, especially if you want to. I was just thinking. But I'm done thinking. Now kiss me."

I grab him by his robe's collar and gently pull him closer until our lips touch. In this heated moment, our tongues meet messily and urgently and I feel his hands work at tugging my pyjama bottoms down.