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Chapter 62 - Scarlett

                                                                   62.  

                                                            ●•Scarlett•●

It was cold and windy as I waited outside for Harry to come out, shrinking underneath my jacket and leaning against the wall helplessly trying to keep some balance (the cold was just too freaking much and my legs kept shaking, and I was literally about to fall.)

Gladly, he showed up less than five minutes later, rushing to put his own jacket own whilst walking quickly towards me and shoving his phone on his back pocket, a smile showing both his dimples off as he peered up and met my gaze. It was actually ridiculous how naturally his arms came around me, wrapping me tight and burying his face in my hair. Even more ridiculous was how I reacted to his touch, not even thinking twice before leaning against him and letting my arms fall loose around his waist.

“Hey,” he whispered, the sound of his lips still muffled by my hair.

“Hello, you.” I whispered back, smiling shamelessly against his chest. It felt broad, warm and familiar, and I just absolutely loved it. For a single moment, the cold had no effect on me. Not against Harry’s warmth.

But then he pulled away.

“So, any ideas on where we’re gonna go?” He asked nonchalantly, focusing all his attention on my lips, seeming so hypnotized I actually felt them tingling a bit. It was almost as if he was in a trance. “Can I kiss you in public?” He whispered then, biting his lower lip and glancing up at my eyes to see my reaction.

It was quite funny the fact that he’d asked me, but I was glad he did anyways, so I shook my head slightly, aware of how many people were around us. It was a busy downtown street after all, and many of Tyler’s friends used to hang around there. If it hadn’t been a place they would usually go to, or even if less people were surrounding us, I’m sure I wouldn’t bother a bit having his lips moving against mine at that very moment. But I would not like to risk it.

Harry nodded, knowing exactly what was going inside my head, and fully understanding it.

“So… Any special restaurant or-?”

“No. Not really. I was thinking… Maybe we could- I don’t know… Go to your flat? I can cook and- just that- It’s more private and stuff, y’know? If you don’t bother…” I trailed off, staring at him pleadingly and watching the way his features softened, turning into a light smile that made me smile as well.

“Fine by me. But you will have to do magic with the few ingredients I have there. Haven’t gone grocery shopping in a while, honestly.” Harry admitted, laughing quietly to himself and then moving his head slightly in the direction of his car. I followed him until we were both inside. Just then he went for my hand, intertwining our fingers and smiling happily at me.

“I’m a real chef, Harry. Trust me, I can do magic.” I stated matter-of-factly, shooting a convinced smile towards him.

“Oh, I’m sure you can.”

There was that Harry-like cheeky tone behind his words.

His body was pressed against mine, against the door, his hands roaming up and down the length of my back as his lips gently pecked mine, once, twice, before finally slotting together. It was slow and calm, every inch of his body soothing and cozy, and even if I wanted to – which I didn’t – I couldn’t pull away.

Every living cell of my body reacted to his touch, aware of the way how his fingertips pressed against my skin, drawing circles from my lower back to the base of my neck. His teeth were lightly sinking down on my lip, then letting it go, then doing that same action over and over again until I was running out of breath and sanity.