Cornered between Harry's body and the front door of my apartment, I feel like I've just has been caught up by my ultimate predator. There's no place I could run and hide, but, to be honest, maybe I'm one of those dumb preys that only realizes it's been captured when it's too late.
Even worse, maybe I'm one of those innocent little bugs that are lured by a bright color or certain movement manufactured by their predator, only to be caught under guard and devoured in a matter of seconds.
"Maybe", who am I kidding? This is me, a hundred percent.
Harry looks down at me, releasing his bottom lip while watching my face intently, his eyes pitch black and glued to mine, and as if I'm trapped, I just can't look away. The air around us is heavy and thick with tension, and suddenly I find it hard t
