"I was nauseous and tingly all over . . . . . I was either in love or I had chicken pox." - Woody Allen.
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"We should probably get back- if you don't want to talk about it." I gave him an assuring smile.
"It's over anyways, we should just go." Harry awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and I looked at him in disbelief.
"Ain't you going to bid your mother goodbye ?" I faked a British accent making him laugh breaking the tension into non-existence.
"I have other plans." He pulled me close.
"What are those plans ?" I acted subliminally innocent, gently laying my hand on his chest.
"Wouldn't you like to know ?" He said in a teasing voice making my back flutter with uncertainty.
"I hope it's what I think it is because honestly you have turned me into s*x animal." I said looking up
