Strings Attached (Harry Styles FanFiction)

18. Tempting

Cassie’s POV:

*Next Day*

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” I called to the small group that I had befriended on the first day of classes, bounding out of the arts building and across the green. This morning when I’d woken up, Harry had been waiting for me, bright eyes watching me while I’d slept. I grinned, every detail of this morning committed to memory...

“You know that’s incredibly creepy,” I’d scolded him, closing my eyes again, burying my head deeper into the down pillow.

“Good morning to you too, Angel,” He laughed, nuzzling into my neck.

“I’m still mad at you,” I grumbled, smiling secretly to myself. Even though he had been a complete ass the night before, this morning he was surprisingly gentle, sweet even.

“What will it take?”

“What will what take?”

“For you to forgive me?” he hummed, lips sneaking their way up my neck and across my jaw, I turned my head, teasing him as I denied him access. 

“Hmmmm, what have you got to offer me?” I knew that I was doing a dangerous dance across an ever thinning boundary, but I didn’t care.

“Well,” He growled. I shrieked as he flipped me over suddenly, crawling on top of me, caging me with his arms, “You could stay here today... with me?” He added, dark lashes fluttering at me. I swallowed hard as I stared at the boy hovering over me. He’d insisted on sleeping in only a pair of tight black boxers. The morning light wasn’t doing my self-control any favors, glancing off of his tanned skin, making him glow. An image of Adonis flashed to mind, causing my mouth to hang open, gaping at him. He grinned triumphantly down at me and my gaze narrowed, he was doing this on purpose.

“Tempting... but unfortunately,” I cooed, cupping a hand around his cheek, my fingers tingling with electricity wherever our skin met, “I have classes. What a shame...” I grinned up at him, smacking my hand against his cheek slightly, before pushing him off of me, crawling out from under the sheets before he could pull me back in. If I stayed there any longer my resolve would waver and I doubted that I would ever move. 

I dressed in a hurry, flushing as he eyed me in frustration from the large bed. Right as I finished getting dressed, I raked my fingers through my hair, doing my best to resolve the tangles. I stepped out of the bathroom to find him leaning up against the wall just outside, already dressed in a tight black t-shirt and matching black jeans.

“What are you doing?” I asked, cocking my hands on my hips.

“You didn’t seriously think I was going to let you walk there, did you?”

“I don’t know, Styles,” I sighed, passing him on my way out of the bedroom and into the den, “You never really struck me as much of a gentleman.”

“Take it back,” He growled, yanking my back sharply up against his chest, hot breath washing over me.

“Change my mind,” I suggested, shrugging him off before stalking out of the flat. Harry’d dropped me off in front of the arts building twenty minutes later making me promise not to leave until he was back to pick me up. Like that was going to happen. Rolling my eyes I settled down on a clean patch of grass, tossing my head back to revel in the warmth of the afternoon. Liquid sunshine flowed over me, warming my skin, a slow breeze rustling the changing leaves.

“I thought I told you to wait for me,” A deep voice growled. I didn’t even bother to open my eyes, knowing that I would only see Harry’s dark eyes glaring down at me.