The Badboy’s Hometown Princess

"H-Harry! You... you can't do this." I shuddered looking into his emerald eyes. Ignoring me, he kept trailing his left hand fingers on my arm while his right thumb was stroking my lips.
"Why can't I?" He huskily whispered into my ear. His face was so close to mine and I could feel his breath fanning on my cheek. He slowly moved down his thumb down to my chin and then to my collarbone.
When he was about to move his hand down further, I pushed him shouting "Get off me." He gave his arrogant smirk and kept