It's almost midnight when we eventually get to the house.
Harry leaves his car in the driveway and he reaches for my hand as we walk up the stairs. I am so nervous and tense yet he seems so cool and collected, so sure of himself.
He opens the door to his bedroom, stepping aside to let me walk in first. I move to the bed and perch on the edge. He bolts the door behind him then he pulls his T-shirt over his head, dumping it on the dresser.
I stare and gulp. I'll never get tired of looking at those perfect abs.
He turns to look at me then, his face lighting up he with amusement.
"Staring is rude."
"Like there's anything there worth looking at." I say with an eye roll.
He knows that I mean the exact opposite but he pretends to be offended anyway. He walks menacingly over to me and hov
