Ever felt like your skin is burning? That's what harry makes me feel. Every moment his hand slithes under my shirt. Any second he gets close to my ice cold heart.
The candles flicker, making shadows dance on the walls of Harry's room. My heart pounds like a drum as his hands roam over my body. His touch is both gentle and strong, like he wants to protect me but also claim me as his own.
"I missed you," Harry whispers against my skin, his breath warm on my neck.
A shiver runs through me, part desire, part fear. This feels so right, but my mind screams that it's wrong. I try to pull away, even as my body aches to be closer to him.
"We have to stop," I say, my voice shaky.
Harry chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. "Just like you, MaryJane. Your body wants me, but your mind
