Always

Chapter 69

The continuously flowing glasses of champagne was causing a buzzing to run through my veins, making me feel lighter and giddier than I had all day. I knew Harry was feeling the same, because he had a permanent grin plastered on his face and his hands never left my skin, constantly touching me somewhere be it on my waist, back, arms, hands, even face.

We could no longer be bothered to hide our stolen flutes of champagne or wine, the buzz from the alcohol easily wearing away the urge to be inconspicuous. Liquid spilled out of the glass I held in my hand as Harry playfully steered me around the dance floor, occasionally tripping over his own large feet. I felt like I was constantly giggling as he straightened his back in mock formality, tilting his nose into the air as he tried to dance professionally.

I don't think either of us was necessarily drunk; the combination of the decent amount of alcohol we'd consumed and the high from each other's company seemed to be driving us to near lunacy because we were so happy.

"You're insane," I laughed as he insisted on dipping me, pulling me back up into his chest with surprising coordination and grace. My hands rested on his chest as he wrapped his arms around my lower back. The soft skin of his chest passed smoothly beneath my fingers as I tiled my head up to look at him. His face was glowing with adoration when he smiled down at me, and a set of fairy lights behind him seemed to illuminate his entire body. He really was an angel.

"Not insane, just happy," he said cheerfully, pecking his lips to my nose. "Weddings are so much fun when you have a beautiful date and some wine," he laughed, squeezing his arms tighter around me as we swayed smoothly to the music.

"You're so cheesy sometimes," I teased, smiling all the same. "But thank you, handsome."

"I mean it, though," he said, frowning at me and furrowing his brows. "I can't believe you're mine," he said quietly, biting his lip.

I smiled as I pulled on his jacket, bringing his lips to me and kissing him gently. "All yours, baby."

He brought his hands up from around my waist to cup my cheeks, thumbs dragging softly across my skin as he beamed at me for a second before reconnecting our lips. I still couldn't believe how perfectly his lips fit with mine as they molded around my lower one, as if made for each other. I felt his fingers slide into my hair as he let his tongue slide along mine slowly, deepening the kiss despite being in a crowded area.

"I love you," he mumbled against my lips, his eyes lulled into a hooded expression. I sighed against his mouth, smiling even though our lips were still in contact. My heart fluttered at his words; no matter how many times he said them, I would always have this physical reaction. He kissed me again, lips parting mine excruciatingly slowly, every unhurried movement of his mouth persuading a round of goose bumps to rise on my skin. My hands slid from his chest to wrap around his torso and hug him closer to me. I could never get enough of him.

I leaned into him even more as he kissed me, wanting nothing more than to tangle my hands in his hair and push my hips into him, but I had to remember we were at a wedding, in a crowd, in front of his mother and sister. I knew Harry was facing the same dilemma because he started pushing his hips into me but caught himself, relaxing his body and letting out a heavy, frustrated sigh against my lips.

He pulled his lips back from mine and moved them to my ear. As he ducked his head, I could see an older couple watching us over his shoulder with disapproving looks on their faces. I wondered if maybe our kiss had appeared a little more heated than I had realized, because they did not look pleased. Oops.

"Do you wanna go somewhere?" he asked quietly, his lips tickling against my ear as he spoke. He kissed the hollow under it before pulling back to look at my face.