Resolution

6. Chemicals

"This boils down to science fact: we are elemental structures, destined to react."

Song: Chemicals

Artist: The Spill Canvas

After a few seconds of catching our breath, Harry rolled off me onto the floor. I could hear him shuffling around in the dark, his dark shadow barely visible with the impossibly dim lighting. I pushed my hand through my hair and took a deep breath, once again trying to remember exactly how I had ended up here.

Just a few hours ago I had myself convinced I would never see him again, yet here I was, dripping with sweat and still shaking from what he had done to me. My question I hadn't meant to ask reverberated around in my brain, mocking me for actually saying it yet celebrating because he had expressed a similar wonder.

Who the hell was he?

I knew after tonight I'd have an extremely difficult time avoiding any thoughts of him; there was no way I could when the constant pull I felt toward him had only increased along with the devastatingly delicious things he did to my body.

I jumped as my jeans landed on my stomach, seemingly flying through the dark air of their own accord. My hands sifted across the fabric, pulling my panties from the leg they had drifted down and pulling them on before following them with my jeans. I could still hear Harry moving through the dark, whispers of fabric and the metallic clicking of a zipper letting me know he, too, was getting dressed.

"Um, Harry?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper in the silent house.

"Hmm?" his deep voice hummed. I was just about to ask him to turn on a light when a lamp clicked on, illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow. My hands immediately flew to cover my chest, which was still bare. I blinked, letting my eyes adjust to the light as I watched him straighten up and smirk at me, not bothering to hide his glance at my naked torso.

I blushed as I found my bra on the ground and put it back on, which was absurd because he had just undressed me and thoroughly had his way with me. Not more than minutes ago, his hands and lips had been all over my skin. The thought made my skin burn, my eyes focusing on his lips, which looked darker and slightly swollen. My lip was bit into my mouth as I stared at him, shaking my head suddenly to snap myself out of it.

I wasn't even fully dressed yet and he already had me wanting him again.

I glanced around, trying to distract myself from my insatiable needs as he moved across the room to step into the kitchen that was connected to the living room we were in. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a glass, which he proceeded to fill with water and take a drink. Taking the opportunity while I could, I examined what little of his house I could see.

It was small, only one floor but enough for someone who lived alone. Wood floors scanned the entirety of what I could see, and it was decorated simply but tastefully, which surprised me. A large stereo system took up much of the wall across from me, perched below a TV fasted on the wall. I turned my impressed expression back toward the kitchen where his green eyes met mine, watching me observe his home.

I swallowed harshly and stood up, crossing the room to approach him. Leaning against the counter opposite from him, I tried my best to appear casual.

"So," I said, cringing internally at my awkwardness. I needed to be cool.

"So," he repeated dryly.

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to ask why he had sought me out again after already successfully getting in my pants the first time, if he felt the magnetic pull towards him that I did, and to know why he almost never spoke. Most of all I wanted to know why I felt this way about him; I knew it was only going to get worse and I needed to know if I would see him again.