Hide from 'Falling' || H.S

Chapter 59 - Ashley | Tonight*

I'm just too weak to keep ignoring how much I enjoyed his presence.

It was unnecessary to keep fooling myself that I wanted Harry dead. Hell, I even said it to his face...and he said it back. We both don't want it anymore.

I still freak out about the future, because I have no idea how this is going to go between us. I mean, won't it be totally awkward now that we are on good terms? There's still so much to figure out...but maybe it'll be easier now that we're looser with each other....

But I can worry about that tomorrow, right now my mind is somewhere else. Because Harry and I have found the bathroom...

Of course, he could not resist my offer and I thank God for that. Let's put it this way, I'm done trying to control myself and feel bad for wanting his touch more than anything else, it really wasn't worth it.

Harry was much more open about his desire than I was and I admired that about him. I have no idea what the next time will be like, but I will not let my job influence me anymore about what I want now.

I wanted to fuck him, simple as that. In fact, it was the only thing that made me feel good...that made me feel alive, for what felt like an eternity.

Funny, since he literally had tried to kill me before.

"Open my dress." I urged him as the bathroom door slammed into the lock. We hadn't taken long to find the right room and I turned eagerly around for Harry to unzip the dress.

I took my hair in one hand and placed it on the right side of my shoulder so it wouldn't interfere with opening the dress.

Harry let his hands slide up my hips to the zipper at the back and I shuddered at his teasingly slow touch. My heart was beating fast in my chest and when the sound of the zipper was heard I held my breath for a moment.

"I can feel your heart beating fast, little devil." he hummed in my ear and his breath tickled my skin.

Finally he had unzipped the dress completely and I brushed it off my body, turning around afterwards. I was now standing in front of him in only my black underwear and Harry slowly ranked his gaze over my body. The glitter in his eyes was now mixed with rising lust.

"I've been wanting to take your dress off all evening," he said in a hushed voice. "Well, it pays to wait." I replied with a smirk as I filled the gap that was still between us.

"I've already learned that when it comes to you." He whispered and I felt my cheeks flush. "Good, now hurry up or I'll have my fun alone." I replied dangerously close to his face without touching him with any part of my body.

I slid my panties down and then undid my bra, both garments landing in a corner. Harry gawked at my process and once I was undressed he didn't waste a second slipping his t-shirt over his muscular torso and then getting rid of his pants as well.

I first climbed into the open glass shower in the really oversized bathroom and turned on the hot water. I looked curiously over my shoulder and watched him get rid of the last piece of clothing. He is just so fucking beautiful.

I really needed that shower. Once because I was completely smeared with blood, which was not only my own and another time because I finally want to touch Harry. I batted my eyelashes and wondered what was going through his head right now, he looked so thoughtful.