"Will you quit it already?"

I swat Caesar's hand away from touching the mouse of the computer, sending him a scowl when he only does it again. He not only managed to hog up the computer but stole my stool, forcing me to stay standing behind the counter. At first it hadn't bothered me, but now after being on my feet all morning as I tended to customers and stored new books on the shelves, I wanted nothing more than to plant myself on my stool for the rest of my shift. Yet Caesar was being a downright pest.

"I'm bored." He whined for the millionth time, sighing tiredly and plopping his chin in the palm of his hand. "When can we go back to yours?"

"You, can go back now if you'd like. My shift doesn't end until three o'clock. I told you this before we left the apartment."

"Yeah, but I thought this would be fun." He scrunches his nose. "But all it is, is books."

"What did you expect Chico? It's a damn bookstore." I shook my head and Caesar shrugged, moving to touch the mouse of the computer again to continue the game of solitary he had been sneakily playing. I punch his arm and point my forefinger at him. "No, Caesar."

"No soy un perro," he grumbled and crossed his arms. "Can I go hang out with Harry? He looks like he's having more fun then you."

I turned my head and looked across the counter until my eyes settled on my beautiful boyfriend. He had a red apron over the dark gray sweatshirt he wore, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and hands covered in gloves. His short curls peeked out from the navy blue beanie he had on his head today and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. He looked adorable and cuddly, not to mention the way he currently had his lip tucked between his teeth in concentration as he rolled some dough on the counter was fucking cute. I sighed as I watched him.

"Okay, don't drool." I heard Caesar say beside me in amusement and I tore my gaze away from Harry to blink at Caesar innocently. "God, the way you look at him is a bit sickening."

"I don't look at him in any way." I frowned.

"Oh yes you do," he hummed. "You look like you just saw an angel, or a god, every time he does just about anything." He commented. "He could be sneezing and you'd think it was the cutest thing."

I stared at him. "I mean, he does this thing where he squints his eyes and scrunches his nose and his eyebrows pinch together like he's an angry little puppy and he doesn't have that overly loud sneeze..." I stop and bite my lip when Caesar gives me a pointed look and I duck my head shyly. "It is cute."

"You're so in love with him." He laughed and my eyes widened, a cough coming out of my mouth as I choked on my own spit. "Oh relax, he's head over heels for you too."

After I've calmed down, I finally manage to respond to him but dodge what he had said about me specifically. My voice is quiet in fear Harry might be able to hear us even though he's on the other side of the store. "You think so?"

"Oh yeah." He nodded firmly. "He looks at you the same way you look at him. And I mean, what guy is completely okay with his girl bleeding all over his crotch when she gets her period?"

I blush deeply. "I shouldn't have told you that."

"I'm your best friend, you tell me everything." He points out. "Not going to lie though, if It had been me I would have been super grossed out but that's because you're my best friend and I love you, but I'm not in love with you." He briefly looked at Harry and nodded his head towards him, tone lowering. "Him on the other hand? He is. Not many guys would have handled it the way he had, not unless you're in love."

Biting my lip, my gaze slides back to Harry. Still focused on his task, his eyes are fixed on the croissant he's making before he adds it to a tray that already has several. His lip tugs up faintly as he inspects his work and he steps back to look over it once more. As if feeling my gaze on him though, his eyes lift up and find mine. The small smile that was already on his lips widens and he sends me a playful wink. I laugh quietly, shaking my head and tearing my eyes away when I feel a blush spreading over my cheeks at being caught staring.

"See? He's totally smitten."

Still blushing, I face Caesar and scrunch my nose. "You saying smitten sounds weird."

"Why?"

"Because you're all macho, ex gang member, and it's strange hearing you say something so...soft."

He narrows his eyes. "Fuck you, I can be soft."

"Language!"

We both jump at the loud voice, our eyes darting to an approaching Barbra. Her hands are on her hips and she looks like she's on a mission for blood, eyes narrowing in on Caesar and I. I straighten where I stand and hurriedly busy myself with cleaning the counters even though I've done it six times in the last few hours. Caesar sits up on the stool, hands falling to rest on his legs because he has no idea where else to put them. If it weren't for the annoyed look on Barbra's face, I would have laughed.

She slams her hands atop the counter and points at Caesar. "You! I told Emmeline you could hang out here but I do not tolerate such language in my store. There are children around."

My eyes flicker to our surroundings, seeing that there was only one customer in the store and it was an older man. There were no children, but I decide it's best if I don't point that out.

"Uh, well actually right now there isn't." Apparently Caesar isn't smart enough to do the same.

Barbra's eyes blaze and I shrink in place. "Boy, if you don't-," she physically riles herself up but pauses to take a large breath. "Hasn't your mother taught you to never point out if a woman is wrong even if she is?"

"Yes." Caesar mumbles and Barbra crosses her arms.

"Then I suggest you listen to her!" She huffs. "Oh I'm out for blood today. Where the hell is Ron? RON!"

My gaze slides to where he had been hiding for the last hour; behind the book shelf at the back aisles, seated on the sofa chair with his feet thrown over the small table in front of it. With a half eaten chocolate cookie in his hand and a book in the other, I see him look up through the small gap I'm able to see him through. He slides down abruptly to stay hidden.

"Ron!" Barbra whips her head around to look in every direction of the store but her gaze literally passes over him. "Oh, I'll kill him! He went on his break over two hours ago and I told him to unload the new boxes of books in the back. I go back there and do you know what I see, Emmeline?"

"What do you see?" I ask slowly.

"The boxes still sealed closed and untouched! I swear, men are incapable of doing anything right!God have mercy on him when I find him..." she pauses for exaggeration and her eyes narrow at the floor. She doesn't get to finish her sentence though when the door to the store opens, the bell ringing over it. In steps two girls around my age and Barbra's demeanor shifts entirely, a wide happy smile on her face. "Hello, welcome!"

She turns immediately to help the new customers and I shake my head, an amused grin on my face as I turn back to Caesar. His eyebrows are raised and his eyes are wide. "Dios mío, is she always like that?"

"Yeah." I shrug. "Usually when she goes off like that it's because of Ron."

"Who's Ron?"

"Her husband," I tell him then point in the direction he's been hiding. "Who's sitting right over there."

Caesar's gaze follows the direction I point in, eyes settling on Ron, who is barely visible now through the stack of books. I can only see the top of his hair while a book is covering the rest of his face. Caesar snorts. "This is such a typical sight."

I laugh, nodding with him then go into the back room near the counter to go grab more change for the register. I'm only gone a brief two minutes and when I come back, I find Caesar playing solitary again. Rolling my eyes, I walk around him and put the right amount of change into the cash register. The coins drop into their right compartment, but the sound of loud giggling breaks me from my concentration and I look up towards the source of it.

The two girls that had walked into the store are leaning against the pastry counter, right in front of Harry as he takes their order. The short blonde one twists her hair around her finger, leaning her hip against the edge of the counter while placing her other palm atop of it. Normally, I'd roll my eyes at their obvious interest in him but the way she's jutting her chest up towards him to reveal the large amount of cleavage she's sporting, has my irritation spiking rapidly. My hands still their movements and I pause, taking in the rest of the situation when Harry smiles at her. His eyes don't stray from her face, but the lopsided grin he's flashing her way has me wanting to slap it off.

"I come here a lot and I've never seen you here before." The blonde says, batting her eyelashes.

"Yeah?" Harry smiles, taking her cash and putting it into the register. "Haven't seen you here before either."

"You go to NYU, don't you?" I hear the blonde's friend ask Harry, and my eyes settle on her momentarily to see she's smiling at him too. More in a friendly way compared to her friend, but still, it leaves my gut twisting uncomfortably.

"Yeah. Do you?" I lean forward over the counter slightly so I can hear them better, subtly watching as Harry fills to-go cups up for them.

"Yep!" The blonde chirps loudly. "I'm pretty sure I've seen you around campus before."

"Oh really?" Harry has his back turned to them but when he does turn back around, his eyebrow is cocked and grin is playing at his lips as he hands over her drink.

"Yeah, I'm positive. A face like yours is hard to forget." She smiles, biting down on her lip afterwards and I roll my eyes, huffing quietly.

To my dismay, Harry chuckles while looking down at the counter, dimple piercing his cheek. He hands the other drink to her friend and his eyes crinkle in the corners as his gaze flickers back and forth between them both. "Well uh, thank you. Is that all I can get you for today?"

The blonde leans forward again. "Well...how about your number too?"

I straighten up where I am, silently raging and sending daggers through the girl's head and into Harry's face. He seems a little surprised and his suave demeanor falters, eyes flickering to me for the first time since they've arrived. His grin falls a little when I arch my eyebrow, cross my arms and press my lips in a hard line. He only stared at me for a brief moment before he turns back to the girls, smile lifting back up but he grimaces a little. "I'm sorry, no. I've uh, got a girlfriend."

The blonde pouts. "Shame. Well, I'll be back here for sure. So if it doesn't work out, I'll be expecting a number from you." She grins and I grip the edge of the counter hard, fingers curling until the hard surface begins to hurt my nails.

"Have a nice day." Harry ignores her statement but sends them both a small smile. They giggle, dropping from what I could tell was a pretty generous tip on top of the counter before turning away. My eyes trail after the blonde, watching her whisper and giggle with her friend while glancing back at Harry. She waves to him once more and unfortunately, he returns it. She disappears through the entrance and I breathe in and out through my nose as I turn to look back at Harry. He's already watching me, smiling unsurely at me. I scoff, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head.

"Jealousy isn't pretty on you." Caesar sings beside me. My head snaps in his direction, seeing him still staring at the computer screen in concentration.

"Did you see him? He was-, he was like flirting with them. In front of me."

Caesar shrugs. "He was only doing it for tips, and from what I can see from here he was smart to. Forty bucks for just two cups of coffee?" He whistles lowly. "I'd do it too."

"Shut up, Caesar."

"I'm just saying, you shouldn't really be mad at him. I'm sure it was innocent."

"Innocent." I scowl. "I don't care how innocent it was, you don't flirt with another girl when your girlfriend is in the room. Or when you have a girlfriend at all."

He shrugs again. "Whatever, you're making it a big deal."

I don't say anything back to Caesar this time, the urge to punch him becoming stronger the more he continues to side with Harry and stare at the computer screen. I glare at him for a moment, then turn back to briefly glance at Harry. He's back to making croissants but as if knowing I was staring, he looks up to meet my eyes. He smiles guiltily at me immediately, and I scowl in return. Grunting, I turn my head and lift my chin up defiantly, knowing damn well he was watching as I subtly brushed my hair behind my ear with my middle finger sticking up. Because I was mad and Barbra was right, men are incapable of doing anything right.

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The walk back to the apartment after Harry and I finished our shift is filled with silence and tension. Caesar is walking between us and he had spent the first five minutes of the walk trying to make conversation with us. Sensing the tension, he eventually stopped trying and has been texting vigorously back and forth on his phone. The chirp from the incoming texts he gets seem to be the only sound filling the quietness but I'm too irritated to care. Harry tried to talk to me back at the store but had backed off the moment he saw the pissed off look on my face. My blood was boiling and I knew the moment we were finally alone I would end up sputtering out everything I had been thinking and feeling the past two hours. The only thing stopping me at the moment from wringing his neck is the fact Caesar is with us.

Minutes later, we're entering the lobby of the apartment and walking into the elevator silently. I can feel Harry's gaze on my face but I ignore him, crossing my arms and clenching my jaw. The elevator door opens and I'm quick to step out, the sound of my boots clicking against the hallway floor as I head towards my apartment. Caesar and Harry trail behind me quietly, but it isn't until we're finally inside and I'm getting a water bottle out of the fridge, does someone break the silence.

"So er, I'm going to go hang out with that girl Sarah from the diner."

I swallow a large gulp of water, closing the fridge with my hip. "Tonight?"

"No, right now." He states, glancing in the direction of where Harry disappeared into my room. "And I think I'll be gone until late tonight. Gives you and Harry time to talk things out and then, make up."

"You're leaving us alone? On purpose?"

"Hell yeah, I can't handle being in the same room as you two. There's too much tension and I feel like I might suffocate if I stay any longer." He shakes his head, taking the water bottle I had just opened out of my hand. "Peace out."

"Caesar." I hiss quietly, trying to stop him from leaving but he's quick to escape. I hear the front door open and close seconds later and I sigh, lifting a hand and running my fingers through my wavy hair. I contemplate staying out here to avoid talking to Harry, but I'm also eager to let him have a piece of my mind. I go with the latter and take a deep breath before walking in the direction of my room, stopping in front of the door and pushing it open. There I find Harry sitting at the edge of my bed, the beanie now off his head and the sleeves of his sweatshirt rolled back down. He looks up from his phone when I enter, immediately locking it and placing it on my nightstand. His elbows rest on his knees as he leans forward, eyes staring up at me through his eyelashes. I lean against the door frame, hip jutting out and arms crossed over my chest as I chew on my lip.

"I'm sorry." He says after a long tense moment of silence. I raise my eyebrow. "For...being too friendly with those girls. It's always kind of second nature to be overly nice with them so I make a good impression on Barbra and also to get tips. I didn't stop to think how it would make you feel."

"No you didn't." I blurt out shortly and tersely.

"Baby," he sighs. "Don't be angry."

"Don't be angry?" I straighten where I stand and throw my hands up in the air. "You were all smiley and throwing that lopsided grin at her as if it were nothing."

"I was being friendly with a customer."

"Is that why you laughed when she said 'a face like yours is hard to forget'?" I mimic the way her voice sounded and Harry rolls his eyes, shaking his head as a small grin pulls at his lips. "You think this is funny? It's not funny Harry!"

"It kind of is, you're adorable when you're jealous."

"Adorable? I'll fucking show you adorable." I raise both hands and flash him the middle finger. "You want to know what else was adorable? When you practically hesitated when she asked for your number."

"I didn't hesitate!" He protests quickly, eyes wide as he straightens where he sits. "I told her I had a girlfriend, Em!"

"You looked at me before you did it, like you were making sure I wasn't looking or something." I tell him. "Were you going to give it to her if I hadn't been around?"

"No! God, no. Em, I would never do that. I would never ever involve myself with another girl while I was with you. Don't you trust me?" He asked, a little angrily. His eyebrows are furrowed and his bottom lip is set in a pout.

"Yes, but the way you acted made me wonder how you act when I'm not around."

"I don't act in any way when I'm not with you, Emmeline. I'm with you ninety five percent of the time anyways. I'm not fucking cheating on you if that's what you're trying to ask me."

"I wasn't asking that." I grumbled. "I don't think you're cheating on me, I just...I didn't appreciate you flirting with her, even if it was just for tips."

"I wasn't flirting with her." He mumbles.

"Harry."

"Fine," he huffs. "Maybe I was a little bit, but it was harmless and it was only to receive a better tip. I realized she was trying to flirt with me so I took advantage of it and I'm sorry."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Why did you hesitate?"

"I was surprised. I didn't expect her to actually ask for my number so it alarmed me a little because I realized I might have encouraged her too much."

I purse my lips and stare at his cautious green eyes, feeling most of my anger fading but some of it still lurks. I'm aware the reason for it is mostly because I am jealous, and as much as I want to deny it to myself I know that in some way I feel like putting some type of claim over Harry. It's wrong of me, considering I had already told him I didn't like when he did it to me but I wanted nothing more than to walk up to him when that girl was flirting with him and kiss him just so she'd see he wasn't available.

"Babe? I am sorry."

I bite my lip, letting my gaze trail over the rest of his body and the irritation I still feel leads me to think about making him know just how sorry he should be for flirting with a girl that wasn't me, whether it was pretense or not. His gaze is locked on my face once I meet his eyes again and after taking what I want to do into consideration, I close the door behind me and slowly move across the room. His hands rest on the bed beside him but as I get closer, he moves them slightly behind him so he can lean back and look up at me. Knees spread open, I step in between them and place my hands on his shoulders. My palms slide over them until they rest against the sides of his neck and I push his chin up with my thumbs.

"You're mine." I whisper and his teeth bite into his bottom lip, trying but failing to suppress the smirk on his face.

"I'm yours." He agrees and I lean forward, bending my head until our lips are brushing.

"I should make you pay for what you did, you know." I tell him, running my thumb over his bottom lip. He tries to close the distance between us but I pull back and shake my head, moving my lips to his cheek and trailing light kisses just below his ear. "Should make you remember exactly who your girlfriend is, so you don't ever think to flirt with someone else. Especially in front of me."

I hear his breath hitch in the back of his throat and his hands come up to grasp my waist, but before he can touch me I abruptly press my hands to his chest. Pushing him back, I lean away and take a step back from him. Dropping my hands in the process, I let my gaze trail over his broad shoulders and stare into his darkened eyes. "Take your sweatshirt off, now."

He doesn't even hesitate to do as I say, gripping the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling it over his head. I watch the muscles in his stomach contract as he does, biting my lip when his hair is left sticking up in different directions. I reach out and press my palm against his chest, letting it slide down his hot skin. It's taut and hard beneath my fingers, and the lower they descend the more pressure I apply until my nails are leaving visible scratches. He groans when I purposely scratch at his lower abdomen, then whimpers so quietly I almost don't hear it when I pull my hand away.

"Pants, off." I tell him, taking another step back. His eyes are only on me as his hands drop to his belt buckle and he quickly undoes it, the sound of his zipper being pulled down hitting my ears as well. I feel my core throbbing at the sight of him taking his clothes off, and being in control is sparking my arousal. Growing impatient myself, I grip the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head then drop it to the floor. Harry's gaze falls to the white laced bra I currently wore and I nearly hand over the control to him when his tongue pokes out to lick his lips before he bites down on them. He kicks his jeans to the side and his green eyes flicker back up to mine when my hands drop to the button of my jeans. Purposely, I play with it and let my fingers fiddle over it as I tilt my head at Harry. His hand drops between his legs and I'm pooling in my panties when he palms himself over his tight black boxer briefs.

Deciding I've had enough, I pop the button while simultaneously kicking my boots off. My zipper is pulled down after and then I'm sliding my jeans off my legs, letting them drop at my feet before stepping out of them. Harry groans from where he sits and I look down, where he cups his bulge in his hand. His rings glint in the light and the veins in his hands and arms are much more noticeable in this moment. The sight of his tattooed arm bulging and his beautiful hand touching himself, turns me on more that I find myself moving forward again.

When I reach him, I lightly trail my finger down his toned stomach and finger the band of his boxers before letting them snap back into place. He hisses and I smirk. "These, off."

He stands up, chest barely an inch away from mine as he does. He towers over me and I tilt my head up to look at him, green eyes staring down at me as his arms move to pull the hem of his boxers down. He bends down slightly and my gaze doesn't leave him as he does, but I know he's fully naked when he straightens up and I feel his hard length nudge my bare stomach.

"Baby." He says almost pleadingly, lifting his hands to pull me closer. Abruptly, I press my hands to his chest and shove him back until he falls onto the bed. His eyes are wide in surprise, mouth agape and hands lied flatly on the bed either side of him. I fiddle with the edge of my underwear as I look at his naked body, my core aching when I see his hard length lying against his stomach. He pushes himself up to rest on his elbows, curly hair messy and emerald eyes darkened to a jade. I tug one side of my underwear down teasingly and Harry's chest rises and falls quickly, eyes zeroed in on my hands. I pull at the pink lacy elastic until it's further down my hip, trying to contain a smirk when Harry sucks in a breath. Moving to hold himself on one elbow, I still for a moment when he reaches down with his right hand and strokes himself. Oh my fuck.

"Impatient much?" I ask teasingly, even though on the inside I'm dying to pounce him already.

His hand move back up his length fluidly, emerald eyes staring at me lustfully. "Seeing you in control has me hard as a rock, baby. I need some relief."

Tugging the other side of my underwear, I push it down until it reaches the top of my thighs then wiggle until they fall at my feet. I step away from them, moving to kneel on the bed and crawl my way up towards Harry. His legs are on either side of my body and I pause to kiss his thigh, over the tattoo he has there. My mouth lingers and I purposely let my breath fan his length he still holds in his hand as I pass it, a low moan escaping his lips when I do.

"Stop fucking teasing me." He tells me and I smirk, looking up at him as I press a kiss to the tattoos on his hips. His eyes are half kisses as he looks down at me and I feel his hand brushing my breasts every time he strokes himself. My tongue pokes out to lick the ridges of the muscles in his stomach and I feel him tense beneath me, before his hands suddenly come up to push at my shoulders. He instantly sits up, forcing me to straighten as he presses his mouth to mine in a hungry kiss. His hands cup my face, fingers threading through my hair as he tries to slip his tongue into my mouth. For a moment, I'm distracted and let him have the upper hand but then remember why I was doing this in the first place.

Quickly, I pull back and press my hands to Harry's chest before shoving him back down with much force. He gasps, but I don't give him much time to register what I'm doing when I suddenly move to straddle him. I sit my bare core just above where his length rests and Harry shudders, hands falling to grip my hips. Leaning down, I press a kiss to his neck then right on the sweet spot close to his ear that always weakens him. His fingers dig into my hips and he whimpers.

"Who's your girlfriend?" I ask him in a whisper, trailing my hand down his chest and past his happy trail.

"You, you are."

I grin, lifting my head enough to look him in the eye. "And don't you fucking forget it."

My hand finally grips his length below me and I sit up, raising my hips before sinking down onto him. I breathe in deeply at the delicious stretch while Harry groans beneath me, his hands holding my hips tightly. My palms move to press down on his chest for leverage and I look down at him, finding his eyes on me as I begin to move my hips back and forth in a slow rhythm. My eyes flutter at the pleasure growing with each movement, fingers digging into his chest. His hands grip my hips tighter, encouraging me to move faster and I do. Looking down at him, I quicken the pace of my hips and change the direction I move them in. I move in circular motion, grinding down on him until I can practically feel him in my stomach.

Harry moans below me and I force my eyes open to look down at him. His eyes are half lidded, teeth are sinking into his bottom lip and veins are popping out in his neck. I grind down harder on him and this time, I moan along with him when his length nudges the treasured place. His hands on my hips slide to my lower back and he pushes me down towards him until we're chest to chest. Lips finding mine, he kisses me heatedly and his fingertips slide up my spine. They stop at the clasp of my bra, and then I feel the cups suddenly coming lose. Harry pushes me to sit back up and the straps fall loosely down my arms, Harry grabbing it and throwing it off to the side of the bed.

Immediately, his hands grasp my breasts and massage them as I continue to ride him. I moan when he flicks his thumb over my sensitive nipple before I feel his hot mouth replacing it. He sits up, wrapping his arms around my lower back as he sucks and licks my breasts. My fingers thread through his hair, while the other hand grips his shoulder. My moans grow loader and I whimper when Harry begins to meet my thrusts, pushing up into me. I didn't think he could go any deeper but he does when he thrusts up and his name leaves my mouth in a broken moan.

"Fuck, baby." He groans when I bounce down on him. "Just like that, Em."

His low raspy voice turns me on more and with out much thought, I release his hair and press down on his shoulders again. I shove him back down hard, his hands falling to my thighs when I do. His jade eyes are blown wide as I switch off from bouncing on him and moving back and forth almost in a dancing rhythm.

"Oh my god." Harry moans and the way he's losing control of himself brings me so much satisfaction that it drives me to go faster. To make sure his climax is one of the strongest he's ever had. My hands move to hold his thighs behind me as I lean back and Harry's eyes dart to where we're connected. His pink plump lips fall open and he groans, tilting his head back into the pillow. "Fuck me, Em. Show me how pissed it made you when I was flirting with that girl."

The reminder makes me mad and I instantly transfer that anger into the movement of my hips. I grind down on him hard, back and forth. Up and down. Back and forth again. In circles. I keep switching, my breath coming out in short pants the faster I move. I can tell Harry is close when he is unable to stay still beneath me, writhing his hips along with mine.

"Fuck yes." He groans, hand finding my ass and squeezing hard. "Baby you're so sexy, so fucking beautiful. I don't need anyone else but you."

His words seem to trigger my climax and I gasp, leaning forward and placing my hands back on his chest. My hips slow and my thighs shake on either side of Harry, head tilting up at the ceiling as I release around him. His hips keep moving beneath me, pushing up into me and I continue to ride him through my orgasm. Seconds after I've came, his body tenses and his fingers dig into my hips as he pushes up into me, holding it. Then I feel him release into me as he groans, sputters a string of profanities, with his eyebrows pinched together and eyes closed.

I slump on top of him the moment he finishes, curling my arms up between us. His arms wrap around my back instantly, fingers brushing my hair away from my sweaty back as he kisses the top of my head. Our loud pants echo around my room as we try to calm ourselves down, and I feel Harry twitch inside me.

"Again?" I ask in surprise, lifting my head to look up at him. He smirks lazily and cups my cheek.

"You're unbelievably gorgeous and I guess I can't get enough of you." He tells me, leaning forward to kiss my nose.

"Hm," I hum and move to sit up, pulling Harry out of me in the process. He groans quietly when he slips out of me, reaching for me again but I shake my finger at him. Turning to stand from the bed, Harry moves to hold himself up on his elbows as he stared at me in confusion standing there butt ass naked. "You don't get a round two."

"What?" He said, sounding surprised and I raise my eyebrows. I bend down, purposely with my back towards him as I pick up the sweater he had been wearing before and I hear him groan. "Fuck. You can't do that after you've just told me we can't have another go."

"Oh yes I can." I sing, pulling his sweatshirt over my head. It stops at my upper thighs and Harry is biting his lip as he stares at me, gaze steadily moving over my body. I stand at the side of the bed and lean over him, hands resting on both sides of his head. I place a soft kiss to the corner of his lips and move my mouth to his ear. "Flirt with a girl ever again while you're with me, and I'll chop off your dick." I whisper and pull back, smiling sweetly at him.

I expected him to look at me in surprise, but he doesn't. Instead, a wide grin appears on his face and he laughs. Dimples indenting his cheeks and eyes crinkling in the corners, he bites his lip and nods. "Okay baby."

Then he wraps his arms around my waist quickly and pulls me onto the bed, tossing me onto his the other side of if. I squeal as he rolls over me and showers me with kisses, repeatedly until I'm left giggling loudly. Then he shows me exactly how sorry he was by pushing his head between my thighs and bringing me to my climax another two times. So, I guess men can do some things right.

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Damn I gotta go to church after this chapter lol happy new year btw! Let's hope 2017 is a good year.

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