22. Expectation vs. Reality

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I hadn't planned it, but the space between Harry, kneeling on the couch, and me, with my wrist held in his hand, vanished as if by magic.

I looked down at him, surprise evident in his eyes, but heavily overshadowed by a playful curiosity.

Truthfully, I had no idea what I had planned to do next, all I knew was that with every passing day, my thoughts gravitated to this handsome, confident man more than I liked to admit, and with the help of Mr. Alcohol, I'd ended up against him.

I brushed my fingers over his cheek, enjoying the feel of his skin. He let go of my wrist and slid his hand down to my waist, so slowly, while I placed my arms around him. His eyes moved from mine, to my hair, and then to my mouth. My heart began to beat rapidly, looking at his mouth and his dimple so tantalizingly close.

An internal debate.

I wanted to kiss him. His lips were right there, inviting me, but something was stopping me. When my eyes went back to his he was looking at me too, clearly caught up in the same emotions.

Neither of us were sure about crossing this line.

With each passing second, the spontaneity of the moment began to disappear. I closed my eyes and dropped my forehead down to his and he wrapped his arms around me in a hug, which I returned.

I was grateful that we didn't seem to need words, I wouldn't have had any if we did. He wasn't pushy, or annoyed, he just seemed to understand. It was refreshing, and confusing in a moment that I wasn't even sure I understood.

We opened our eyes and pulled slowly apart from one another.

Harry gave me a cockeyed look, and then grabbed my arm and pulled me down to the couch beside him.

"Hey!" I said, breaking the silence. We were both smiling, leaned back into the couch, elbow to elbow.

"Shhh." He said seriously. Flicking on the TV

"Oh now you're shushing me?"

"Yeah, it's my favorite show." He said matter-of-factly, pointing to the screen.

There, people were sitting around in an office as someone- their boss, it looked like, was yelling about something I hadn't caught onto.

I watched for a minute, understanding exactly none of what I was seeing.

Looking over at Harry, he was smiling at the screen. I didn't know what he found amusing, the guy yelling was acting like a moron and all the people in it looked rather boring

Feeling me watching him, Harry looked over at me.

"Not a fan of The Office?"

I stared back, straight-faced and tight-lipped.

"Don't be like that."

I shrugged.

"Okay, you're officially unshushed." He rolled his eyes and I kind of smiled .

"I've never seen it." I admitted

Harry stared at me like I had a third eye.

"What? Is it really that good?" He was shaking his head in complete disbelief. The look in his eye told me to be quiet and watch, allowing him to go back to the first episode and hit play.

We watched, and I chuckled. I'll admit it. The characters were plain and the boss was an asshat, but it got me to the second episode.

"You have to let it get good." He explained during an especially cringy moment. I promised I would see it through, enjoying his company more than I cared to admit, and we watched a couple more.

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