Hiiiii. If you've been here a while, you know I was thinking of doing a sequel to this story. However, I have since decided (also a long time ago) that the story does not require a sequel, as I feel it would weaken the story. Plus, I have moved on to other things in the two years since I've finished 'Always'. 

However, I did have about four chapters of bonus content written following the end of 'Always'. I had it posted on here for a while, but took it down when I decided not to continue with the sequel. It seemed like a waste to have these four chapters sitting in my computer, so I've decided to post them on the end of this story! Here they are, and I hope you'll like them :)

Also, my dear friend @andallthatjaz1d made this incredible trailer, so it must not go to waste, either! Enjoy!

Chapter 1 – Freshman Year

Joey

Skin.

In the vast, chaotic blur of all the things going on around me, that was what I noticed. The thin strip of toned, tanned stomach that peeked out beneath the hem of his white tank top as he reached above his head was enough to distract me for far too long, my current task all but forgotten as I stood transfixed by the revealed skin. The fine cut of his muscle dipped into the athletic shorts he was wearing, something I never got used to seeing despite being subjected to it relentlessly over the past summer.

"Joey?"

The sound of my name snapped me from my trance and my eyes jerked upward to land on his face, which was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His lips were pulled into a grin, hitching up farther on one side than the other as he realized what I'd been doing.

"Sorry, what?" My attempts at appearing nonchalant failed as Harry smirked down at me.

"I asked if you could hand me that hammer," he repeated patiently. He was helping me put together a shelving unit my mother had bought for my dorm room, though so far he'd done all the work. It quickly became clear that carpentry was not my expertise, and I'd been banished to be Harry's assistant. Or rather, to just stay out of his way while he did everything else.

"Yeah, sorry, here," I said, shaking my head to snap myself out of it. He shot me one last grin before returning to his work, and I was beyond thankful for him once again.

It was move-in weekend at our university, something that would have surely been painfully overwhelming to face alone. Campus was crawling with uncertain freshman, just as clueless as I, and it was difficult to move anywhere without running into a distraught or anxious, fear-ridden student. My mother had helped me haul all my belongings into my dorm room, which of course was on the top floor, before saying a tearful goodbye and leaving me to 'become a grown woman.'

We'd driven up together with Harry's mother and sister, who had fared slightly better than my own mother. Anne had managed to hold her tears until her very last wave goodbye, while Gemma had seemed positively thrilled. They'd all left at once, comforted by the fact that Harry and I would at least be together to get things sorted out. To say I was relieved he was there with me was the understatement of the year.

As an only child, my mum would now be all alone in her house, something that made me feel a twinge of guilt. After finalizing their divorce, my parents rarely spoke to one another. True to his word, my father was indeed around more often, but it was still a small percentage of the time. The apartment he'd rented in our hometown was rarely occupied, and there was little evidence that anyone lived there at all.

A loud slam of the hammer into what looked to be the final nail in my shelf jerked me back once again, where I saw Harry examining his work with two nails stuck between his lips, holding them for the time being while he let the hammer he carried dangle in his hand. He nodded once to himself, apparently satisfied, before pulling the nails from between his lips and tossing them into a bucket of scraps we'd started.

"What would I do without you?" I said happily, a wide grin on my face. He turned to me and returned it before tossing the hammer onto the futon he'd set up earlier.

"You'd be sitting in a pile of deconstructed objects, that's what," he said with a chuckle.

Nearly everything in my room had been put together by Harry, and the physical exertion was starting to show. Sweat had formed a thin layer over his skin, the lack of air conditioning in the dorm making it roasting hot inside. He picked up the hem of his shirt and brought it to his brow to wipe the skin there, revealing even more of the skin on his stomach I'd been admiring earlier. I let out a sharp exhale, forcing myself to look away.

The summer had been very, very good to Harry. A deep tan had settled onto his skin thanks to the countless hours of sailing, and his body had both leaned out and toned up, dropping any hints of baby fat that had managed to remain before. His muscles held a definition now that was much more exact than the subtle lines he'd had before. His hair, which he almost always left natural now, stayed pushed off his face as he ran a hand through it distractedly. Needless to say, it had become more and more difficult to believe he was actually even human, much less mine.

"Thank you, for everything," I said sincerely. He really was the only reason I had anything even slightly put together in my room, and I would be hopelessly lost without him.

"Of course, love," he said easily. Without really deciding to, my feet carried me through the clutter that still littered my floor to bring me in front of him. He beamed down at me as I came to a stop.

"I can't believe we're here," I mused aloud. It felt so strangely surreal to finally be on our own, even if we lived in dorms and would have roommates. Neither of ours had shown up yet, though it was only a matter of time. Harry's roommate would be lucky- all of his stuff was set up neatly and organized- mine, however would not be. The room was still a chaotic cluster with no end in sight. I'd lost all motivation to unpack a long time ago.

"And we live just down the hall from each other," he said, grinning widely.

"Even closer than before," I laughed. We'd gone from being practically neighbors to living roughly thirty yards away from each other, separated only by a few other dorm rooms and a stairwell that separated the boys' wing from the girls'. I could step out my door as he stepped out his and see him down the hall, something we'd tested almost immediately after arriving.

"I can already tell you're gonna get sick of me," he teased. "You'll be locking me out in a month."

"Hmm no way. Especially when you're looking so tempting... all sweaty and whatnot," I said, taking a small step closer to him and tugging on his shirt.

"Like a man," he said, deepening his voice purposefully and putting on an overly-serious face.

"My man," I giggled before tugging on his shirt again, drawing him down to me. His lips let mine easily, fitting in the gaps created by my own as they always did. I felt his hand drift upward to hold my jaw lightly, his long fingers snaking into my hair as he deepened the kiss slowly. I could feel my body melting into his as I easily got lost in the kiss.

Even the most innocent of kisses from Harry was enough to wake my entire body, each movement of his lips against mine igniting me further. It was in insatiable need that drew us together, and the heat we shared was something I'd never felt anything close to before him. Every touch and kiss Harry gave me was filled with intention, purpose, love. More often than not, we'd find ourselves sweaty and gasping for breath without even realizing exactly how one thing had led to another, and it was one of my favorite things about us.

Harry's lips parted mine easily, deepening the kiss even more as he drew me closer to him. It had been a few weeks since we'd been together thanks to our mothers insisting we spend time with them before going off to university. We'd had very little time together recently, and I could feel it every moment I was with him now. My body craved his, my heart begged for the emotional connection I always felt with I was with him, and I yearned for him in just about every way imaginable. My hands had just looped around his neck when I heard someone clear their throat, jolting my attention away from Harry.

I blushed as I dropped my arms from around his neck and took a step back out of his reach as my eyes landed on a girl in the doorway. Her arms were filled with far too many items, and her brown hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that had started to slip out. A pair of brown eyes so dark that they were nearly black stared back at me, widened in surprise as she stood under the frame.

"Oh, um, sorry," she muttered, shaking her head as if realizing she'd accidentally interrupted something. "It's just... this is my room."

"Oh!" I said in a rush of realization. What a fantastic first impression- making out with Harry. "I'm Joey, and I guess you're my roommate-"

"Ansley," she filled in, smiling at me as she moved into the room. It struck me how stunningly beautiful she was now that she smiled, her momentarily look of surprise wiped from her face.

"Nice to meet you," I said, returning her smile. Her eyes darted to Harry uncertainly before she dropped her things unceremoniously on the floor, adding to the already messy space.

"Oh, right," I continued. "This is my boyfriend, Harry."

"Nice to meet you, Harry," she said, her words slightly strained as she tried to shove her very large suitcase into the corner.

"And you. Here," he said, stepping forward and lifting it for her, placing it against the wall easily. She grinned at him gratefully to which he nodded easily before moving towards the door, sending a small wave of disappointment through me.

"You don't have to leave," Ansley said, looking suddenly flustered.

"No, it's alright. I should go see if my roommate is here yet," Harry said with a small dismissive wave of his hand before directing his next words at me. "I'll see you later babe, yeah?"

"Yeah, deal," I said, smiling at him softly. With a small smile, he disappeared from the doorframe, leaving me alone with Ansley.

As much as I wanted to share this whole first day with him, I needed to get off on a good foot with my roommate, just as he did. If anything, it was more important for him. While Harry's high school career had ended well, it hadn't always been that way, and this was an opportunity for him to start anew. We were in a place where no one knew him or what he'd gone through before. He could, essentially, start over, which he more than deserved if it was what he wanted.

"He really didn't have to leave- I didn't mean to interrupt," Ansley said, her brows raised innocently on her forehead.

"It's fine," I said honestly, shaking my head and shrugging casually. She grinned at me as she rearranged her belongings, stuffing a few things into the closet on her side of the room without even unpacking them from the bags they were in.

"So how long have you two been dating?"

"Almost a year," I told her. Sometimes it still surprised me how long it had been, while other times it felt like only yesterday he'd stumbled helplessly through my entry-way, too nervous to even take his shoes off properly.

"A year, wow! Impressive," she said genuinely. I shrugged. In all honesty, our relationship had been relatively smooth sailing despite a few hiccups here and there. We hardly ever fought, though when we did it was over something trivial like who lost the remote or forgetting to call back once in a while.

"I guess," I said with a soft smile. I resumed what I'd been doing before and started unpacking again. "What about you? Boyfriend or anything?"

"Yeah, Grant. It's been about six months but he doesn't go here," she said, frowning. She sounded genuinely sad about her boyfriend attending a different school and I couldn't blame her: I couldn't imagine being somewhere without Harry.

"I'm sorry," I said honestly. She shot me an appreciative smile.

"It's alright. It's only an hour and a half away so he'll visit or I'll visit him pretty frequently."

"That's good," I answered with a smile.

The next few hours passed quickly as I got to know Ansley and finished my unpacking at the same time. I was beyond relieved to find out that she seemed relatively normal, really nice, and like the type of girl who had fun but wasn't too incredibly out of control. I discovered she was from a town about four hours away, planned on studying business, and was one of seven children.

I was surprised when Harry reappeared in my doorway where our door was propped open, just like all the others in the hall. His face momentarily surprised that we'd managed to get our room sorted and looking semi-decent before he recovered and shot me a grin.

"Hey," he said. His hands landed on either side of the doorframe and he leaned forward, causing his tank top to tighten over his firm chest muscles and his biceps to flex momentarily. I tried not to stare.

"Hey, you," I returned. "Your roommate here yet?"

"Yeah, he's finishing unpacking. He, uh, he wants to know if we wanna go to a party with him tonight," Harry said. I felt a flush of endearment as a hint of how shy he used to be made an appearance. It happened less and less these days as his confidence grew, but there were still times when I was reminded so strongly of how he'd been before all this- too terrified to even look at me, too shy to say what he really thought, too innocent to resist.

"Do you want to?" I asked. I thought it sounded fun, but I didn't want to force Harry into anything he wasn't ready for on our first official night at uni. He paused for a moment, his lips twisting together while he thought.

"It could be fun," he finally said, shrugging and shooting me a grin.

"Then let's go! Ansley, you wanna come?" I asked, turning to look at her. She blinked in surprise as if she hadn't been expecting to be invited.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome," she said happily. "When?"

"Yeah, Harry, when?" I couldn't help but grin. Things were already looking promising for the year and it was only the first day.

"Harry, mate, are they in?!" said a boisterous voice that echoed down the hall suddenly. It was the only warning given before a hand clapped Harry on the shoulder, followed quickly by a guy with short, brown hair and deep brown eyes. He cast a grin into the room and nudged Harry playfully. "I don't know which one is your girlfriend but I'll take the other happily."

Harry chuckled good-naturedly before speaking to introduce us. "Joey, meet my roommate, Ollie. Ollie, that's my girlfriend Joey, so hands off. That's her roommate Ansley."

"Ansley, you beautiful creature, please come to the party with me tonight," he begged jokingly, bringing his hands together in front of him. She let out a surprised laugh, taken aback by his antics.

"Sorry, Ollie. I've a boyfriend, but I'd gladly be your strictly-platonic-friend-of-a-friend-date," she replied.

"I'll take what I can get," he said, shrugging. "Now I don't think you could get any more beautiful, but please get yourselves ready. Tonight is going to be a night you'll never forget."

With that, he cast us both a grin so wide it looked like it might be painful and darted back down the hall, leaving everyone in stunned silence.

"Wow," I finally managed to say. "He's quite something."

"He offered me a beer before he even made it through the doorway," Harry said, chuckling. "So we're going then, yeah?"

"Yeah! If it's even half as good as he promised it should be fun," I said happily. Ansley nodded in agreement just as her phone rang.

"Sorry, it's Grant," she explained before carrying it out of the room to answer. Harry shifted sideways in the frame to let her pass before entering the room and moving to me.

"You sure you're alright with this? Don't do anything you don't want to because you want to impress your roommate," I said gently. I knew he knew what a big opportunity for him this was to start over in a place where no on knew how he used to be or thought of him as the boy whose father died, but I didn't want it to push him too far, either.

"I know," he said calmly. "I really want to go. From what Ollie told me, it sounds amazing."

"If you're sure..." I trialed off, smiling at him softly. He ducked his head to press a light kiss to my lips, lingering for a few seconds before pulling back.

"I'm sure. Now come on, get ready for our first official uni party, babe. I've been promised a night I'll never forget, so we're gonna make it count."

Chapter 2 - Freshman Year

Joey

"Okay, I think I'm ready," Ansley said for what felt like the tenth time. She stood in front of the mirror and smoothed her hands down the front of her dress as she studied herself self-consciously. She'd changed more times than I could count and looked fantastic in everything, but she never seemed satisfied. I didn't know what she could possibly be self-conscious about because I thought she was absolutely stunning.

"For real this time?" I teased lightly. I already felt like I'd known her for much longer than a day; she reminded me vaguely of Lydia, who had gone to a different school as had the rest of my friends. Harry and I seemed to be the only ones from our hometown to attend this university.

"We can't all be effortlessly gorgeous, Joey," she said, grinning at me as she picked up her purse. I shook my head and returned her smile good-naturedly.

"Oh shut up," I laughed. I rose from my perch on the futon and moved to the door. We were supposed to meet Harry and Ollie in their dorm room to pregame a bit before heading out to the party and we were already late thanks to Ansley's indecision. We moved into the hallway before I locked the door behind us, stuffing the key into my purse.

The hallway was filled with noise as we walked down it; music poured from almost every room, as did excited shouts from girls as they got ready for the first evening out. Every once in a while a burst of laughter would erupt from a room, and several times someone would bolt from one room excitedly before entering another. The atmosphere was festive, and I couldn't help but grin as we moved into the boys' side of the dorm, where the music was even louder.

Once we reached Harry's door, I raised my hand awkwardly to knock. It felt strange to knock when I knew he was right on the other side. My knuckles tapped once on the door while Ansley and I waited patiently outside before it opened quickly, revealing an obviously excited Ollie.

"I was starting to think you were gonna blow us off," Ollie said with a wide grin. "Ansley, my beautiful queen, please come inside."

"Oh god," she muttered sarcastically. She rolled her eyes and let out an amused chuckle before stepping through the door. I followed her inside and blinked in surprise as I took in the changes the room had undergone in such a short amount of time. Black lights had been positioned around the room, and several posters I knew for a fact were not Harry's had been hung on the walls. An impressively large stereo was mounted in the corner and was currently pumping ear-shatteringly loud music into the room.

Once I got over the shock of the change to the room, my eyes landed on Harry who sat casually in his desk chair. He grinned widely at me as he raised a hand and wiggled his fingers, beckoning me forward. I returned his smile and stepped around Ollie and Ansley, who were busy mixing drinks in the corner. Harry's hand grabbed mine and tugged, yanking me down to his lap where I landed with a slight huff.

"Hey, you," he said before leaning in and pressing his lips to mine. He lingered long enough that I could taste the bitterness of alcohol on his lips, and it was only then that I noticed the plastic cup in his other hand. I giggled quietly as I pulled back.

"Started without me, I see," I said. My arm slung around his shoulders while I sat sideways on his lap, and his free hand roped loosely around my waist. He shot me a wide, guilty grin before raising his cup to his lips to take another drink.

"Sorry, babe," he said, not sounding sorry at all. "Ollie's a bad influence."

"Hey, hey, hey, watch it now," Ollie said, appearing suddenly to present me with a cup of my own. "For you, m'lady."

"Thanks," I laughed, accepting the drink. He bowed his head in mock formality before perching himself on the futon next to Ansley, who also had acquired a cup of her own.

"Quite the redecorating you've done," I noted, relaxing into Harry's shoulder as he let his hand tickle lightly across my lower back.

"I think I've done a lot with the place," Ollie said proudly, nudging Ansley conspiratorially. She just chuckled and shook her head.

"So where's this party, again?" she asked.

"The football team is throwing it. It's at one of the players' houses and it's supposed to be huge. I went last year when they were recruiting me and it changed my life," he said dramatically.

"Wait, recruiting you? You're on the football team?" I asked. This was news to me.

"Sure am. I'm trying to get your lover here to try out but he won't," he said, throwing a pointed look at Harry.

"I told you, I haven't played since I was fourteen," Harry said, shaking his head with a light chuckle. "I'd be dead awful."

"Nah, I told you mate, it just takes a bit of practice and it all comes back! It's like riding a bike, you know?"

"No it's not," Harry laughed. His hand shifted from my back and started running lightly over my outer thigh. I repressed the shudder that started to run through me; even now, the simplest of touches from him filled me with warmth.

"You'll come 'round. I'm very persuasive," Ollie said confidently.

"We'll see, mate," Harry chuckled. I tried to imagine Harry playing football but found it difficult. He was fairly athletic, but I couldn't picture him playing an organized sport. I remembered the first time I discovered just how toned his body actually was almost a year ago and how much it had surprised me. He was fitter than ever now, thanks to his frequent jogs and whatever else he did. All I knew was it had served him well- very well.

I was pulled from my musings by the feel of Harry's lips pressing lightly into my shoulder, drawing my attention to him as I turned to look at him.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice softer now so only I could hear.

"How hot you are," I admitted, grinning guiltily at him. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he shook his head modestly.

"Sure, sure."

"Honestly," I laughed before taking a sip of my drink. Whatever it was had a considerable amount of alcohol in it because it burned on the way down. No wonder Harry seemed so relaxed.

"Hmm. Well I happened to be thinking how beautiful my girlfriend is."

"Oh yeah?" I said with a grin.

"Yeah," he murmured quietly before leaning forward to press his lips into mine again. The gaps between my own were filled with his as we connected to kiss, and I felt the haze that always seemed to encompass us start to settle in. His tongue ran slowly over mine as his hand slid up my back to pull me closer to him, and I quickly began to lose myself in the kiss. Suddenly all I wanted to do was stay in with him, spending the night cuddling and kissing and eventually feeling the way our bodies connected so perfectly.

"Oi!" Ollie called suddenly, breaking us apart. My eyes felt too wide as I turned to glance sheepishly over my shoulder. "Save it for later, will you?"

"Sorry," I grinned.

"Sure you are. Let's all finish our drinks and get going, yeah?"

"Sounds good," I replied, bringing my cup to my lips to drain about half it's contents. Harry did the same, finishing his completely, while Ansley drained the rest of hers and set it down on the small table in the middle of the room with a proud grin.

"Joey, Joey, Joey!" Ollie started chanting, cheering me on as I forced myself to finish my drink. I shivered after swallowing the last gulp, cringing at the burn of the alcohol that had settled at the bottom.

"Okay, okay, I'm done!" I laughed as Ollie and Ansley cheered. Harry squeezed my leg once before tapping me lightly on the bum, silently telling me to stand up. I obliged and grabbed his extended hand to haul him up after me. He looked absolutely amazing in a light blue button down and dark jeans, the top few buttons undone and revealing his smooth skin covering his chest. I resisted the urge to duck forward and kiss it as he beamed down at me.

Ollie and Ansley stood up and made sure they had what they needed before we all moved out the door, pausing while Harry locked it behind us. Once we were ready, Ollie started marching down the hall, waving us along to follow.

"Come on, people. Party's this way."

Ansley followed while Harry and I brought up the rear. The dorms had quieted down a bit now as students left to venture out and find parties, but there was still a fair amount of activity as we moved through the hallways. It was dark out when we left the building and started walking down the sidewalk, and there were more students than I could count milling around just as we were.

I grinned as I felt Harry's hand connect with my own, his fingers linking between mine as we walked contentedly. He ducked his head next to my ear as we walked and his lips nudged the shell of it as he spoke.

"I love you," he said quietly. A grin pulled at my lips, the words never getting old no matter how many times he said them.

"I love you, too," I replied, squeezing his hand tightly in mine as we walked. He shot me a happy grin in the dark, and I was hit with a wave of appreciation that we were going through this journey together.

It seemed like we'd hardly started walking when the sound of loud music and a chattering crowd started to drift through the air. Up the block, people spilled out across the sidewalk, clearly marking where the party took place.

"I think we're here," Harry observed.

"You think?" I joked, nudging his ribs with my elbow as we neared. We hadn't even made it into the thick of the crowd before Ollie was recognized and accosted by two girls at once. He hugged them each in turn, greeting them with something I couldn't hear before he turned to Harry, Ansley, and I.

"Ladies, this is my roommate Harry," he said, extending a hand in our direction. "And his girlfriend Joey. This beautiful creature is Ansley." Ansley giggled once before saying hello to the two girls Ollie had neglected to introduce.

"Give it up, mate," Harry laughed, amused by Ollie's over the top attempts to win Ansley's affections. "Hi, girls."

"Nice to meet you, Harry," the girl on the left said. She bit her lower lip as she studied him closely.

I couldn't help but notice the way their eyes all lingered on Harry as a flash of possessiveness flared up inside me. I still wasn't used to girls noticing Harry, though it happened more and more frequently now thanks to the way he'd changed since our relationship had started.

He'd always been devastatingly attractive, of course- it had just been hidden behind a pair of ill-fitting glasses and smoothed down hair. His amazing personality had finally started to show as he came out of his shell and managed to overcome most of his shyness. What I'd known for so long was starting to become more and more obvious to the rest of the world- Harry really was absolutely amazing.

I'd begun to notice it this past summer- girls would stare a little too long at his lean body while he worked on his sailboat. He'd catch the eye of girls as we ran meaningless errands. Even girls we'd gone to school with, who were very much aware of our relationship, had started to take notice of his stunning attractiveness. I still wasn't used to him getting so much attention, though I doubted I ever would. He was my boyfriend, after all, and I couldn't help but feel possessive of him.

"Your name is Joey?" said the girl who'd spoken directly to Harry, pulling me from my thoughts. I frowned slightly at her judgmental tone.

"Yes," I answered evenly. The one who spoke had choppy blonde hair and very bad extensions that stuck out like straw over her shoulders. She looked like she smelled something bad as she watched me.

"What kind of name is Joey for a girl?" she asked skeptically. She had already rubbed me the wrong way by eyeing Harry, and this wasn't helping her case. I didn't even know her name and she was already being rude.

"I don't know, what kind of person makes fun of someone for their name?" I shot back. Harry's hand squeezed mine lightly and I could practically feel the disapproving look he shot me, but I ignored it. He didn't like confrontation, but my dislike for this girl had flared up too quickly to ignore.

She snorted at my response as her friend leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Again, she laughed as she eyed me up and down while I glared at her, shocked by her immaturity. Surely not all girls in uni were like this, right?

Ollie cleared his throat awkwardly, interrupting the little stare down I had going with the still unnamed girl. "Right, well, we're gonna head inside. See you ladies later."

"Oh, you will," the blonde said, raising an eyebrow as she studied Harry once more. I resisted the urge to kick her.

"Come on, babe," Harry murmured as he tugged me to follow Ollie inside. It was like he could sense exactly how I was feeling, because his other hand rose to tilt my chin to face him gently. My gaze was ripped from Bad Extension Girl to lock on his blazing green eyes, stifling my irritation. He shot me a small smile before he finally managed to drag me along with him. Ansley fell into step beside me as we moved after Ollie into the party.

"What a bitch," Ansley muttered. A smile broke through my stony expression.

"Right?" I said, pleased she had picked up on what I had as well.

"Joey..." Harry muttered disapprovingly.

"Harry come on, you had to have noticed that," I said exasperatedly. Whenever I noticed girls looking at him, he seemed completely oblivious to it. He had no idea how attractive he actually was. He just sighed and shook his head, brushing me off. I redirected my attention to Ollie.

"Who were they, Ollie?" I asked. We'd reached the front door of the party now and waited as people filed out.

"Millie and Gia," he said. "They're sophomores, I think. I met them last year, too."

"Which one was the blonde?" I pressed.

"Millie."

"I don't like Millie."

Ollie snorted a laugh as he glanced at me. "Feisty one, you are. I like it."

I let out a huff of air as Harry released my hand to rope his arm around my shoulders, hauling me into a side before pressing a kiss into my temple. His lips nudged my ear again as he murmured, "Easy, babe."

I let out a deep breath, attempting to let out my irritation as Ollie finally found a break in the traffic large enough to lead us into the house, which was positively overflowing with students. I had thought Lydia's parties had been big, but they seemed like child's play compared to this. Everywhere I looked, people stood gathered around with cups in their hands, drinking, laughing, dancing, and occasionally groping one another.

We followed Ollie through the crowd until we reached a large table that had been set up that was laden down with drinks. Following his lead, we all grabbed drinks of our own before setting into a seating area where several other people were already gathered. Ollie, of course, was greeted by several more people upon arrival; it seemed like he already knew everyone.

"Harry, mate, meet these guys. They're all on the football team as well," Ollie said, gesturing around the group. "Guys, this is my roommate Harry. Help me convince his ass to go out for the team."

"Pleasure, bro," one of the guys said with a welcoming smile. A girl was perched in his lap, and she sent a soft smile at us as we sat down. Everyone introduced themselves though I found it difficult to keep their names straight. There were about twelve or thirteen of us total in the smaller group, half guys, half girls. Harry sat on the couch next to me while Ansley sat on the other side, both of their shoulders pressing lightly into mine.

"Thinking of trying out?" another guy asked Harry.

"Not really," Harry admitted with a shy grin. "You wouldn't want me to, trust me."

"Hey, give it some thought! Looks good on resumes, you know?" another added.

"Good point," Harry said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, see? Now, what are we playing, folks?" Ollie asked, glancing around the gathering as he took a sip of his drink.

"Truth or dare," said one of the girls. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor between two of the football players. My mind briefly flashed to the time Harry and I had played in his hot tub, only for our final dare to be interrupted by his mother. That was one thing I was definitely looking forward to about uni- no Anne to interrupt us.

"Perfect, I'll go first," Ollie said excitedly. "Ansley, truth or dare?"

"Dare," she said bravely, grinning at him. I could feel his response coming before he even spoke and I wasn't wrong.

"I dare you to go on a date with me," he said, grinning widely at her. I couldn't help but laugh at his persistence despite her continuous resistance.

"Sorry, Ollie. Boyfriend, remember?" she said with a friendly grin.

"You're breaking my heart," he said, putting on an overly dramatic face and clasping his hand over his heart. "But if you insist, you must drink instead."

Ansley raised her cup in the air in a toast before taking a long drink, obeying the rules happily. "Alright... You, sir in the red over there, truth or dare?"

The guy sat up, happy to have been picked as he focused intently to hear over the loudly pounding music. "Dare."

"I dare you to kiss someone in this circle," she said, grinning widely at him. The brief moment of fear that he would choose Ansley or I passed quickly as he turned to the girl sitting next to him and grabbed her face before pressing a sloppy kiss to her lips. Judging by the wide grin on her face, she did not mind in the slightest.

The game went on as expected, each truth or dare getting successively more audacious as they went on, equaled by everyone's increasing intoxication as more and more rounds of drinks were passed out. Someone was dared to take three shots. Another was dared to take off their shirt. A girl was dared to kiss another girl, much to the guys' delight. Finally the time came for someone to call me out- a guy across the circle who'd been joking around with Ollie for much of the game.

"Joey, was it?" he asked, squinting at me as if trying to remember. While we'd been sitting in the group, he'd downed at least four beers on top of whatever he'd already consumed before and was pretty obviously drunk. I had a pretty good buzz of my own running through my veins as I leaned into Harry, whose arm had looped loosely around my back at some point.

"Yes, Joey," I confirmed. I felt the tickle of Harry's thumb running along my side and tried desperately to focus on the game.

"Truth or dare?" he asked. Harry's hand slipped lower on my hip, letting his thumb graze across my skin beneath the hem of my shirt. I shivered and struggled to hold my composure.

"Dare," I said, feeling brave.

"I dare you to give someone a lap dance," the guy said, grinning satisfactorily as he leaned back in his seat. It was clear he meant himself but he was too intoxicated to word his dare correctly. Harry stiffened momentarily beside me at the dare.

"Someone?" I asked, a grin starting to pull at my lips.

"Wait-"

"Nope, you said someone," I said, shaking my head as I ducked forward to set my drink on the ground. The guy huffed, clearly annoyed with himself for not clarifying before he shrugged and grinned once again.

"Fine, whoever you want. It's still hot," he said happily. I noticed several other guys in the circle agree as their eyes landed on me.

"Alright," I said. It was obvious who my choice would be, and he clearly knew it was coming judging by the way he tensed up. A flash of the shy boy I'd fallen in love with reappeared as he suddenly seemed slightly nervous, though it only encouraged me further as I stood up from my seat next to him. The group cheered raucously as I turned to face him, a wide grin on my face as I glanced down at him.

I ducked down momentarily, bringing my face level with his and placing my hands on either side of his face. Encouraging cheers and excited catcalls sounded around me as people eagerly awaited my dare. My lips landed lightly on the hinge of his jaw before I moved to his hear, letting my lips drag across his skin. "Ready, baby?"

Harry swallowed a little harsher than usual as he nodded slowly, clearly trying to collect himself. If there was one thing I couldn't resist, it was the shy, uncertain Harry I'd fallen so desperately in love with almost a year ago. This was going to be fun.

Chapter 3 - Freshman Year

Joey

Harry's eyes were wide as I pulled back from his ear, making sure to drag my lips lightly along his skin as I did so. My hands rolled over his shoulders to rake easily down his chest where I could feel the heavy pounding of his heart against his ribs. Already it was so tempting to rip open his shirt, but I forced myself to remember that we were in a crowded party with more eyes than I could quickly count riveted on us, waiting for the show.

It was impossible to miss the flash of the shy, uncertain boy I'd fallen so in love with almost a year ago as he watched me nervously. Despite growing infinitely more comfortable holding my hand and kissing me in public, this was pushing it and I knew it. There was something risqué about it, something borderline dirty and definitely questionable, but I couldn't deny that I was already thriving off the energy before I'd even started.

The cheers from behind me got louder as I leaned in close to his lips, pausing for a second as he drew in a breath that hitched in his throat before pressing my lips so lightly to his I almost couldn't feel it. As soon as I pulled back, I bit my lip automatically in my mouth, trying and failing to hold back my excited, indulgent smile. I was so ready to make him shiver in his seat.

My gaze lingered on his for a few seconds, catching the uncertain hesitancy and shaky determination held in his green eyes, before turning to face the rest of the group. A wide grin split across my lips as they let out yet another cheer, encouraging me further. I focused on the music and the nervously fidgeting boy behind me, channeling all the confidence I had to try and pull this off.

The heavy beat of the music pumped through my veins as I lowered myself to Harry's lap, swiveling my hips slowly to the rhythm of the song. Almost immediately, his hands twitched by his sides, uncertain of what to do them as he sat on the couch. Ansley, I noticed, had vacated her area, leaving the entire couch open for Harry and I. She caught my eye and smirked encouragingly as I leaned back into Harry, pressing my back into his shoulder as I rolled my hips over his groin again, earning a quiet groan he almost managed to subdue.

"Get in, yeah!" someone I did not know shouted from across the circle. I couldn't help but laugh as I rolled my hips again, putting even more pressure on his center this time. My back arched as I danced to the music and let my hands land on my own knees.

"Joey..." Harry muttered, shifting beneath me as I continued to move against him.

"Hmm?" I hummed in response, never stopping the way my hips were grinding against his. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the circle on me and hear their loud cheers and shouts of excitement even over the pounding music, but all of it seemed like a dull backdrop as I felt the heat of Harry's body pressing into my own as I moved.

It wasn't nice of me to do this to him- get him all worked up in front of everyone- but I couldn't help it. It was too fun to see him try and resist. My view wasn't very satisfactory, however, as I turned my head to the side and was barely able to see his face. He was yet to touch me even though I was practically craving the feel of his hands on my body, and he still looked like he was having trouble focusing on any one thing at the moment.

With a final swivel of my hips against his groin, I flipped to land on the couch next to him. My hands quickly grabbed at his shirt, tugging as hard as I could so he scooted to the middle.

"What-"

A triumphant grin pulled at my lips as I threw my leg back over his lap, straddling his waist now so I had a knee on either side of his hips while I faced him.

"Shh," I whispered, cutting off his protests as I let my hips fall back down to his lap. Now that I could see his face, it was as if everything intensified tenfold. Every hitched breath that left his lips as I rolled my body over his sent a bolt of heat through me. Every flicker of his eyes between mine made my heart race in my chest. Every time he bit his lip into his mouth in concentration was like a jackhammer to my self-control, only pushing me further in our little dare.

My hands landed on the back of the couch on either side of his head, gripping it for leverage as I wound my hips against him. My body rolled against him, arching my back before letting my hips roll over him again and again, grinding harder until I felt an obvious bulge growing between us. I couldn't help but smirk even though I felt bad; not that I should- he'd certainly be taken care of later.

Every second that passed seemed to build the tension between us until it was so palpable that I thought I would explode. My own breathing was becoming shallow as I took in the lust filled look that had settled in his eyes and the way he drew his lower lip between his teeth. I was aching for him to touch me, kiss me, anything- but he didn't. The gazes I had all but forgotten about were still distracting him despite his body's prompt reaction.

"Harry," I breathed, catching his gaze and holding it tightly. He looked slightly wild as I reached to grab his hands that rested by his sides and placed them on my hips, which continued to swivel in time with the song. A flashback of doing nearly the exact same thing forever ago hit me as I remembered one of our first nights together; we'd spent much of it kissing though he was too terrified to touch me until I'd physically put his hands on me.

Feeling my hips rotating against his in his hands seemed to finally command all of his attention, because his burning gaze was finally fully and completely focused on my own. His lips parted as he took shallow breaths, and I caught the sudden increase in tension as he leaned forward into me. My body continued to rise and fall against him as I hooked an elbow behind his neck, drawing him as close to me as he could possibly be.

"God, Jo..." he murmured, so quietly only I could hear. The subtle desperation in his voice was nearly enough to unhinge me completely. Heat spread through my body, begging to be relieved properly as I moved against him.

Our lips were separated by mere centimeters as I tried to remember we were not, in fact, alone, and that I couldn't just tear his clothes off like I desperately wanted to. Every move I made added to the fire I was feeling, torturing me in the most delicious way possible as he gripped my hips tightly. I desperately wanted him alone, where I could really enjoy the feel of his body without dozens of eyes watching.

Both of us were breathing far too heavily, completely taken over by what had started out as a fun, flirty dare. Heat sizzled between us as our lips finally brushed together, and it was like someone lit a pile of wood soaked in gasoline. The moment his lips touched mine, I couldn't resist diving forward, reconnecting them harshly as I drew myself even closer to him. My hooked elbow tightened and my free hand came up to tangle in his hair as his hips pulled me closer while I deepened the kiss by pushing my tongue against his own.

"Okay, okay! Dare completed, bloody hell," Ollie called into the circle. He sounded rather breathless as he spoke. Harry and I jerked apart, completely having forgotten about the people watching us. A dark red blush fell over Harry's cheeks and he cleared his throat awkwardly, leaning back and into the couch while I remained straddled on his lap. I loosened my grip and let my hands fall to his ribs, where I could feel his heart hammering erratically in his chest.

The circle of people, I noticed, looked a combination of thrilled, shocked, and in more than one case, turned on. Two people were actually fanning themselves jokingly with wild expressions on their faces; I wasn't sure if I should be embarrassed or proud. Proud, I decided, as I people started to applaud and cheer obnoxiously enthusiastically.

"Lap dance of the year, holy hell. When's my turn?" the guy who dared me to it in the first place asked happily. Several other guys immediately agreed, and I felt a satisfied smile tug at my lips. It felt good to have such power over not only Harry, but a whole circle of people who were having fun just as I was.

I giggled as I started to pull myself off Harry's lap when he caught me, stilling my actions. His lips nudged the shell of my ear as he leaned forward once again, blush still very prominent on his cheeks as he did so.

"I need you to, um, stay there for a sec," he whispered quietly. I giggled again as I felt the obvious bulge I'd caused beneath my lap.

"Sorry," I whispered in response, making sure to hide my words from the group as they began to focus on the next round of truth or dare. Harry blew out an exasperated, slightly frustrated sigh as he leaned back again, allowing me to shift slightly so my legs were no longer straddling him and aimed off to the side. I remained perched in his lap as I let my arm fall around his neck lightly, covering what would be very obvious if I were to move while settling comfortably with him into the couch.

"You're either the best girlfriend in the world or the worst," he said softly, shooting me a playful glare. "I can't tell."

"Definitely the best," I said with a wide grin, pleased with myself for how I still affected him.

"Yeah, sure, sure," Harry joked, raising his eyebrows skeptically and shaking his head playfully. One of his hands curled around my back and the other landed on my lap where his thumb trailed lightly across my thigh. The game resumed where it had left off without us, but I couldn't have cared less.

"We'll see what you say later tonight," I said, winking at him before letting out a laugh as his eyes widened momentarily. He bit lightly into his lower lip as he studied my amused expression.

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh yeah," I repeated, reaching up with my hand not draped over his neck to hold the side of his face and draw him to me so I could press a light, lingering kiss to his lips. It was almost impossible not to drag him away from the party right then, because the heat we'd built up still ripped through my veins, burning me from the inside out with desire for him. Something about the uncertain, shy, needy Harry did things to me.

A deep sigh heaved from my chest as Harry pulled back to try and refocus on the game, but I just couldn't. I found myself distracted by his slightly swollen lips, the gentle flush that remained in his cheeks, and the lingering wild that remained in his gaze. It was like everything was drawing me to him only to deny me what I really wanted as I struggled to remain social with the group.

Drinks were replenished as the game wore on, and soon everyone had consumed too much to really keep focused any longer. I remained in Harry's lap long after it was necessary simply because I was comfortable that way and, I had to admit, I liked the torture of being so close to him yet still so unable to do anything about my current frustration.

A couple across from us had started making out and groping each other far more than Harry and I had been, which was saying something, and I'd lost track of Ansley a while ago as she ran into some girls from our floor. Ollie was currently easily charming a girl he'd found and had somehow managed to get her to sit on his lap while he smiled up at her while she cackled with laughter at practically everything he said.

"How long do you want to stay?" I asked, turning to face Harry now that our group had pretty much disbanded.

"Is it bad if I want to leave right now?" Harry asked, his voice slightly breathless as he chuckled guiltily. We had been there for maybe an hour and a half now, each minute that ticked by feeling like pure torture on my mind and body.

"Not at all," I said, thrilled with his answer. His hand, which had never stopped it's gentle tickling across my thigh, squeezed my leg once.

"Shall we, then?"

"Please," I replied with a smile. Finally.

I pulled myself off his lap and reached my hands out to him as I pulled him up after me. One of his hands stayed connected with mine as we started to move through the party, veering off toward Ollie to tell him we were leaving. Just before we got to him, however, he and the girl he had been entertaining rose from their chair. I watched in slight shock as she yanked him down to her height and planted a rough kiss on his lip before taking his hand and pulling him away.

He shot a quick glance in our direction, eyes wide and grin thrilled, before waving happily. The look in the girls' eye made it quite clear what she intended, as I was familiar with the feeling.

"Don't wait up!" he called over the noise, flashing another wide grin as he clenched his fist in triumph by his side before he disappeared into a bedroom with the girl.

"Wow," Harry said before letting out a deep chuckle.

"The guy's got game," I laughed, surprised and admittedly, slightly impressed with how quickly he'd found a girl to give him what he wanted. He was a nice guy, no doubt, but he was also pretty clearly a player, as his constant flirting and easy attitude were starting to suggest.

"Who does?"

Ansley appeared suddenly by my shoulder as I turned to her.

"Ollie," I answered with a laugh. "He just got taken into a bedroom by a very determined girl."

Ansley's brows rose as she let out a surprised giggle. "Damn, doesn't waste time, huh?"

"Guess not. But hey, I think we're gonna head out. We-"

"You need some alone time, got it," Ansley said with a grin, raising her hands by her side. "I don't blame you. I needed a moment after your little show, to be honest."

Harry shifted slightly uncomfortably next to me while I grinned back, pleased she understood without me having to explain or make up some excuse.

"Right," I agreed. "So I'll see you later, okay?"

"Sounds good- some of the girls from our floor are here so I'll just go back with them later. You two have fun," she said, dropping a wink in our direction and flashing one more grin before slipping away again.

"Everyone's so... open," Harry mused, staring after her. He looked slightly bewildered by the openly sexual atmosphere to the party and how easily everyone seemed to discuss it. I was more used to it than he was from how we'd spent our time in high school, so I supposed it was a lot for him to take in even if we'd definitely had our share of sexual encounters. To him, it was still very private, and it was something I loved about him.

"Welcome to uni, right?" I laughed, nudging him with my shoulder as his gaze refocused on mine with a shy grin. "Let's go."

Chapter 4 - Freshman Year

Joey

"Let's go."

Harry nodded and started to pull me through the crowd, more effectively cutting through it thanks to his broad shoulders and taller height. I couldn't help but notice more than a few girls glance interestedly in his direction before their gazes fell to me, frowns crossing their features as they took in our linked hands. A flare of territorial possession flashed inside me as I followed him, making certain to keep our hands linked together to ward off any girls.

Before long, we'd made it out of the house and into the front yard, where a considerable amount of people still lingered. There were more people here than when we'd arrived with more arriving as students streamed in on the sidewalks from both directions. Harry continued to lead me away, heading back towards the dorms where we'd come from.

"Did you have fun? While we were there, at least?" I laughed. I squeezed his hand in mine and glanced up at him with a grin. He shot me disbelieving look with his brows raised.

"Um, yes. And also no, because that was torture," he said, letting out a low chuckle as we walked. Most of the crowd was behind us now as we made the short journey back.

"I couldn't help myself," I admitted. "You're so fricking cute when you're flustered."

"I'm not cute," Harry said, deepening his voice dramatically as I snorted out a laugh.

"Okay, whatever you say."

"And I wasn't flustered," he denied, shaking his head with mock indignation before casting me a wide grin that completely negated his statement.

"Right," I said sarcastically, beaming up at him.

He chuckled and shook his head just as we arrived back at our building. The keys were pulled from Harry's back pocket as he unlocked the back door and held it for me so I could move inside.

"So Ollie's not coming back for a while, right?" I asked, keeping my voice light and innocent as we moved through the hall.

"Probably not, if he even comes back at all," Harry said, shrugging. We reached his door and he moved to unlock it while I forced myself to keep my hormones under control. It was so hard not to beg him to hurry or shove the door open myself as I let my gaze slide over his lower lip caught between his teeth yet again.

He was teasing me without even knowing it.

Finally, he unlocked the door and pushed it open, letting us inside. He kicked off his shoes while I locked the door behind us, indulging in the way his shoulders pulled at the fabric of his shirt as he hunched over slightly to fully remove his shoes. With a deep breath, I stepped forward to let my hands push up his back slowly, feeling every single muscle on the way until I reached his shoulders.

He stilled his actions, glancing over his shoulder at me in surprise. I leaned forward to press a light kiss into his shoulder blade, lingering for a second as my heart rate picked up in my chest. He seemed to catch my mood as I let my hands fall down his back to wrap around his waist, running over his flat stomach and sharp hipbones before I turned him to face me.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt the intensity of his gaze shoot down to my toes just before he leaned down to press his lips firmly to mine. Immediately, my arms reached up to wrap around his neck while his wound around my waist to pull me flush against him. He deepened the kiss quickly, sliding his tongue smoothly along my own as I put took a step toward him, pushing us further into the room together.

We stumbled blindly, tripping here and there while small bursts of laughter leaked from the kiss before the heat of it smothered the sounds once more. Finally, Harry collided with his desk chair, causing him to fall backward into it. My body followed as I landed in his lap, straddling him once more. I smirked into our kiss at the revelation.

Perfect.

"Wanna try this again?" I murmured against his lips, pausing only long enough to get the words out before kissing him once more. My hips rolled over him just as I had before, only even slower this time to really drag out the feeling. A low groan rumbled from his throat now as he didn't bother to restrain it.

"God, yes," he breathed. He dove back into the kiss rougher than before, pulling me against him without hesitation now that we no longer had an audience. This was the Harry I'd come to know now- more sure of himself and aware of what to do than he'd been in the beginning of our relationship- but the return of shy, uncertain Harry earlier had been a delicious treat for me.

It was with great self-control that I managed to tear my lips from his to trail them down his neck. My hands unwound from their position to land on the front of his shirt, working to undo the buttons there as I nipped lightly at his skin. The pressure of his hands on my hips encouraged me as I finally undid the last button, pushing the shirt off his shoulders to reveal his beautifully bare chest to me. My lips trailed over his collarbone as I rolled my hips over him again, earning another groan as I moved against the bulge that had returned.

The second I straightened up again, I reached to the hem of my own shirt and pulled it over my head. Harry panted slightly as I stood and let my hands fall to the hem of the black skinnies I was wearing, undoing the buckle and dragging down the zipper while his burning gaze flicked between my own and my hands.

As soon as I had them undone, he reached forward again, hauling me closer to stand between his legs as he leaned forward to press a lingering kiss over my hipbone. His hands replaced mine as he tugged my jeans down, leaving me in my underwear now as I stepped out of them. His single kiss was enough to send a shiver down my spine as his eyes locked with mine.

Looking at him sitting in the chair, so clearly worked up and ready, gave me another wave of the power I'd felt earlier. Without a second thought, I dropped to my knees between his legs, pushing my hands up his still jean-clad thighs. My lip bit between my teeth as he watched my every move, breathing heavier than he had been so far. He sucked in a breath when my hands landed on his belt and started to undo it, releasing the fastenings before tugging open the button and zipper of his jeans.

Once all his layers were undone, I tugged down on them to free his highly constricted bulge, earning a sigh of relief from Harry. My gaze flitted to his one last time before I leaned forward to drop my lips over to the skin covering his hipbone, peppering kisses lower and lower until my breath washed over his center.

He squirmed in his seat as I dragged my tongue up his length, touching him for the first time tonight. My palms flattened out over his hips as I dragged my tongue over the silky skin once more, drawing out the sensation as he let out an audible sigh above me. Once I reached the tip, I let my tongue dance around the edge before fully drawing it into my mouth. Harry's hands pushed down my forearms as I tried to hold his fidgeting hips still, as if searching for something to hold on to before one settled in my hair.

"God, Joey," he hissed as I took more of him into my mouth, flattening out my tongue as I took him deeper and deeper with every bob of my head. Each time I pulled back, my cheeks hollowed out as I sucked only to dive back in again to try and take more of him. Even now, after a year together, I still couldn't do it.

Drawing back, my tongue circled over his head again and again, drawing another deep groan from him as he tried to hold back. I was about to pull my hand from his hip to take what my mouth couldn't when he groaned once more.

"Joey, you need to stop or I'll never make it," he muttered, his voice strained as my tongue rolled over him once again. I didn't stop, however, as I took him into my mouth once more until he hit the back of my throat. He gasped harshly before reaching to cup my jaw lightly and stop my actions. I hardly had time to recover before he pulled on my arms, bringing me back up to stand in front of him. I sucked in a harsh breath as he tucked his fingers beneath the band of my underwear and tugged them down, dropping them to the floor.

Without hesitation, I settled back onto his lap, where he dove in to kiss me immediately. His hand snaked up my back to release the clasp on my bra, eliminating the final barrier between us as my hips ground against his once more, so close to what my body craved yet still not enough.

Harry's bare chest pressed to mine as his hand trailed up my side, allowing his thumb to trail along the bottom of my breast before squeezing lightly and drawing a moan from my lips that was stifled by his own. I could feel his rock hard length between us as I allowed myself to slide along it, teasing myself without letting him push into me.

"Joey, come on," he begged breathlessly, dropping his lips from mine to trail then hungrily down my neck.

"Come on what?" I managed to say, my voice just as breathless as his. I wanted him to beg, the power of the night going straight to my head.

"I need you, babe," he answered between soft bites at my throat. I could feel him at my entrance now as I hovered over him, so desperate to let myself sink down onto him that I felt like I might physically combust.

"Please, Jo, ugh."

My head tipped back as he dragged his tongue back up my neck to tug lightly on my ear with his teeth. Finally, I allowed myself to lower my hips, a loud gasp pushing past my lips as he fully pushed into me and stretching beautifully. Every inch of him could be felt pressing into my walls as I felt him exhale against my throat at the feel.

Thank god for birth control.

Just as before, I rolled my hips against him to feel every inch of our connection. A soft moan peeled from my lips as I moved, bringing my hips up and down in a natural rhythm much like the one I'd used earlier when we'd been fully clothed. Harry exhaled softly against my neck before pressing his lips into my skin one last time. He reappeared in front of me, diving forward to kiss me fervently as our bodies joined together the way they seemed made to.

My hands roamed over his firm chest, taking in the feel of his muscles under my palms as we moved together. I could feel each beat of his heart, every breath that ripped through his lungs, and every movement his lips made against my own as he kissed me deeply. Every time my hips rose and fell against him, his own would rock slightly to match my movement, quickly adding to the pressure in my lower abdomen that seemed to have been building all night.

Our pace grew faster as my hips ground harder and bounced quicker, riding him while I let my hands explore his body. His own hands did the same, never settling in one place for too long. My hips were steered for a few moments by his until they roamed to my breasts, kneading softly and winding me up even more before raking down my back as he tried to subdue what his body had been fighting for a while now.

"Harry," I breathed, unable to say anything other than his name in my breathless state. My chest rose and fell quickly and sweat had started to prick at my skin as I moved over him, the feel of him moving in and out of me only adding more fuel to the fire rocketing through my veins. I could feel my end coming and knew Harry was close as well by the restless way he thrashed beneath me.

He let out a half gasp, half moan as I increased my pace even more, making it difficult to continue kissing him even though I wouldn't have been able to if I tried. My body was buzzing and my limbs were practically shaking, so close to my end that I could feel it starting to creep up on me. Harry's hands gripped my hips tightly as he guided me up and down, assisting me as my actions grew more erratic and fast-paced.

It was with one final thrust upward from Harry that I was shoved into my climax, the release of pressure flooding through my body so suddenly that I practically lunged forward into Harry's chest with a drawn out gasp of a moan. My breath came out in pants as I struggled to keep moving, but it wasn't necessary as Harry hit his high right after I did. I could feel it in the way his muscles contracted quickly only to relax suddenly as he let out a low groan.

His hands, which had been on my hips, reached to grasp either side of my face as he pulled me to kiss him firmly. He held his lips to mine for a few seconds, both of us struggling to breathe as we came down from our highs. Sweat coated both of our skin as we pressed together, and I couldn't stop my limbs from shaking as I used all my effort to prevent myself from falling to the floor.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice ragged and quiet. I let out a gasp of a satisfied laugh as I managed to open my eyes. He was slightly sweaty, his hair was roughed up from my hands, and he seemed to be glowing in the stunning post-orgasm bliss he always got after times like this.

He was absolutely beautiful, and it made my heart flutter unsteadily in my chest.

"I love you, too, Harry."

Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading. This will be the last I ever write or post of this story, so I can go ahead and tell you that I planned to have Harry and Joey end up together, married, and happily ever after <3