Falling For The Michaelson Bad Boy
I grinned, shyly staring at the table as I was guilty as charged.
"Hey, Dee"
"Harry?" I called, surpised he arrived earlier than expected.
"You're supposed to arrive in the next fifteen minutes. Did you fly over here?" His sister queried with creased brows.
"No, I'm not a witch like you, Harley. I rode my bike to this place" He replied calmly, taking the seat beside me. "You've been waiting for long?" He asked me, his eyes now on mine.
"Not really. No"
He stared at me before giving me a lingering kiss on my cheek. The kiss reached everywhere, turning me red and almost turning me on. That's what Harry does to me, a single touch from him is enough to get me horny.
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