Mature Content at the beginning, guys!!!! I hope you like it. I'll tell y'all when it's over.
I take Harry into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of him. He lets out a hiss of breath through his teeth in pleasure. After a good thirty seconds of this, he pulls me up and presses his lips to mine, our tongues massaging each other in their usual wrestle for dominance. He rubs against me, making me groan in pleasure before he pushes me softly onto the bed, crawling on top of me and entering me with slow and steady thrusts.
"Are you okay?" he asks me. I laugh and nod.
"I love you so much," I whisper.
"I love you, too," he smiles, pressing his lips to mine. He picks up the pace a little bit and I gasp before letting out a huge breath I didn't know I was holding. He goes on and on until we finally kiss once more, finding our release together.
We lay on our backs, staring up at the ceiling and holding hands. It feels like we're in like eighth grade, except for the whole sex part, but...
Okay, guys. Basically, they're still naked but they aren't having sex so if you skipped that part, you can read now because they have some important shit to discuss.
"Clara, are you okay?" Harry asks me.
"Yeah, of course," I reply. "Have I ever not been okay with sex?"
"No, I know. That's not what I'm talking about. You know what I mean," Harry says in a low voice.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm okay, I guess. A little pissed at the world, but it's not like last time. There will be no running away this time. Don't worry about me. How are you? You were closer to him anyway," I say.
"I'm okay. I just wish that you could've gotten to know him better. He was such a great man. He was like a father to me. Through the divorce, I went to John all the time when things bothered me. He was always there. But now he's gone. I meant everything I said in that speech, though. It was all true," Harry tells me.
"I know," I whisper. "I'm sorry. I feel like it's my fault, in a way. Ever since I came into your life, you've been through so much pain. I feel like if I had never met you, then nobody would've died, and you wouldn't have gotten hurt. I'm sorry. I really am."
"No, Clara. No. It's not your fault," Harry insists. "I promise you none of this is your fault. This all would have found it's way to me anyway. John getting cancer? It was a coincidence. It could've happened anytime. It wasn't your fault. And you've been through more pain than I have. You were...you know... three times. Three. And yeah, that was painful for me, too. But honestly, all I ever wanted was your safety. But you can't blame that on yourself. You have been the victim this whole time. You know that, I know that. If anything, it's my fault. Jace said himself that all he wanted was to get back at me. So I'm sorry, Clara. I'm sorry for hurting you."
I nod, tears falling now, and scoot closer to him, laying my head on his bare chest and curling into a ball against his side. "We should get dressed," I tell him. "I promised the girls I would go out with them today."
"Okay," Harry agrees. I sit up and walk to the closet to pick out my outfit for the day. They said it wasn't supposed to be fancy, so I end up in leggings, ankle boots from Nordstrom, and a tribal-print top from H&M.
"What are you doing today?" I ask him as I put on my necklace and earrings.
"I'm not sure," Harry replies. I wrap my bracelet around my right wrist. "I think I might hang out with the other lads, but we'll see."
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How would you feel if your whole world was ripped from under you, leaving you free falling? Wouldn't you want someone to catch you? When Clara Higgens's mom dies from an unknown disease, Clara has no where to turn, except to her new and unexpected f...