“I saw you ogling me from the corner of your eye. Take a picture and it’ll last longer,” he said with another broad grin.
Bailey’s mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say. She finally settled on, “I was not.”
Harry rolled his eyes and drained his beer bottle, placing it on the coffee table before wrapping his fingers around her arm and jerking her to him. As she lost her balance and fell toward him, he pulled her into his lap, draping her legs over his thighs as his hands came to rest on her hips.
They were now face to face. She could feel his breath tickling her neck.
“Hmm…I think you’re lyin’,” he whispered, pressing a light kiss to her neck.
She shivered at the caress and moved her head to the side in invitation for him to continue. He peppered kisses down her throat and up to her lips, capturing them in a hard kiss. She felt his tongue lick at her lips and she opened her mouth, accepting it into hers. Harry’s fingers squeezed her hips and pulled her down, allowing her to feel his hard length pressed against the fly of his pants.
Desire zinged through her body as she realized she was the reason he was like that. She threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging on the long strands, making him groan into their kiss. She ripped her mouth from his and panted, moaning. Harry pressed his lips against her neck and then lightly bit her while his hands moved up her sides to cup her breasts through her shirt.
He made her feel so good and it had been so long since they were together. She missed this. She missed him.
As the thought worked its way through her brain, she froze and the desire she was feeling moments before disappeared. Harry stopped moving as well. They stayed still in silence until Harry broke it by asking, “Bailey? Is everything all right?”
She shook her head vigorously, emotion coloring her voice, which shook. “No, everything is not all right.”
She scrambled off his lap and smoothed her clothing as she stepped away. He looked at her in confusion and she could see the hard outline of his cock through his pants. That, coupled with his mussed hair, served to remind her what she had put a stop to. She felt a twinge of guilt over what she was about to do but quickly pushed it away.
“I think you should leave.” She crossed her arms and hunched her shoulders, unable to meet his questioning gaze.
“What?” he asked leaning forward.
“You heard me,” she said, pleased her voice didn’t waver again. She was all over the place and felt that if he didn’t leave, he’d witness her lose it completely.
“Why?”
“I just don’t want you here any longer.”
Harry sputtered for a few moments before standing, anger clear in his expression. He shoved his hand into his pants, fixing himself while glaring at her. “What the fuck is your problem?” He gathered his wallet and keys from the coffee table where he’d thrown them earlier.
She didn’t say anything as she listened to him mutter and then storm out of her apartment, slamming the door behind himself.
Her chest ached in a weird way once she was alone. SportsCenter played in the background while she stared at the spot on the couch Harry had just vacated. She didn’t understand her reaction or her thoughts. She just knew she shouldn’t be having them. After watching the dissolution of her parents' marriage and the toll it took on her mother—who was still in love with her father, as she watched the man she loved move on to another wife—Bailey swore she’d never be in the position to feel that way. And she hadn’t been.
But missing Harry wasn’t good. She didn’t even miss him in college after they broke up, so why should she miss him now? She refused to allow herself to attempt to even answer that question or to dwell on it too long. It would only lead to one thing: heartbreak.
With SportsCenter playing in the background and the buzzing of her washer the only sound in her apartment, Bailey sank to the floor and let her emotions overwhelm her.
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