The door clicked shut softly behind us as Harrison and I entered our room. The house was quiet, but the thought of everything that had happened still hung in the air. The past days had been a whirlwind of emotions, but now, in this moment, there was just the two of us.
I walked towards the bed, my heart racing as I thought about everything we had been through. But before I could sit down, I felt Harrison’s presence behind me. I turned slowly, meeting his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn’t quite read. He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel the tension building between us.
Without warning, he stepped forward, his hands reaching for me. My heart raced as he gently pulled me into his arms. The warmth of his body surrounded me, and for a moment, I let myself relax, feeling the safety and comfort he always gave me. But then, the moment shifted.
Harrison’s hands moved to my waist, his touch firmer now, sending a ripple of heat through me. I looked up at him, my pulse quickening, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. His gaze dropped to my lips, and I felt his breath against my skin, warm and soft. The tension between us was thick, so heavy it almost felt suffocating.
Before I could say anything, Harrison’s lips pressed against my neck, his kiss gentle at first, but then deeper, more urgent. I gasped, my body reacting to him in a way I couldn’t control. He kissed me again, this time on the side of my neck, his hands tightening around my waist.
“I want you, Emma,” he whispered against my skin. His voice was rough, low, and full of desire. It made my heart skip a beat. “Like right now.”
I froze, his words sinking into my chest like a weight I couldn’t escape. His hands slid to my back, pulling me closer, pressing me against the wall. My breath hitched, and for a second, everything around us faded away. There was only Harrison and the heat between us.
I wanted him too. My mind raced with thoughts of everything that had happened, the confusion, the pain, the distance between us. But Harrison, in this moment, made everything else disappear.
He kissed me again, his lips urgent, demanding. His hands slid up to my shoulders, pushing my top off with one swift movement. I gasped, my body now fully exposed to him, and the sensation of his skin against mine sent a shock of heat through me. I felt vulnerable, but I also felt alive. Alive in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.
His lips moved to mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue brushing against mine as his hands roamed over my body. Every touch felt like electricity, sparking through me in waves. My thoughts scattered, and all I could focus on was him-his touch, his kiss, his body pressed against mine.
“Emma,” Harrison breathed against my lips, his voice filled with both desire and something softer, something like regret. “I don’t know what this is… but I need you.”
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady my breathing. My mind was a whirlwind, but when his lips found my neck again, I couldn’t think anymore. I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted this, wanted him, more than I had ever wanted anything.
His lips trailed down to my collarbone, and his hands slid lower, resting on my hips. He pulled me tighter against him, and I could feel how much he wanted me. The heat between us was unbearable, and I felt my own body respond, pressing into him in a way that made me feel both nervous and excited.
“Harrison,” I whispered, my voice shaky. I was trying to find the words, trying to say something that made sense, but in that moment, nothing made sense. All I could feel was the way his body was calling to mine, the way his hands held me like I was the only thing that mattered.
“I need you, Emma,” he repeated, his voice desperate now. “I need you more than anything.”
His hands moved to my back, and before I could react, he lifted me off the ground, carrying me toward the bed. My breath quickened, and my heart raced, but I didn’t pull away. I didn’t want to. I wanted this. I wanted him.
He laid me down on the bed, his body hovering above mine, and for a moment, he just looked at me. His eyes were full of so many emotions-desire, longing, and maybe even fear. I could see that he was holding back, unsure of how to move forward, but I knew this was what we both needed.
I reached up, touching his face, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “We can take it slow,” I said softly, my voice a little shaky. I didn’t want him to feel rushed or pressured, but I also couldn’t deny the way my body was reacting to him.
Harrison’s eyes softened, and he leaned down, kissing me again. This kiss was different-gentler, almost as if he was trying to reassure me. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his forehead resting against mine.
“I’ve wanted this, Emma,” he murmured, his voice low. “I’ve wanted you.”
I swallowed, my own heart racing. “I want you too, Harrison.”
It felt like a weight was being lifted, as if the distance between us was finally starting to close. We had both been through so much, and this moment, this connection, felt like the beginning of something new.
With that, Harrison kissed me again, and this time, I kissed him back with everything I had.