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Once In a Lifetime

Chapter 5

“You were right H, this view is amazing, I love it!”
“I’m really loving the view right now too!”
I turned to look at Harry standing a foot or so behind me. He wasn’t looking out the large windows though. He was looking at me! And there was that look again, the same one from the first day we met. How does he pull off that look? Like he wants to throw me on the bed right now, yet also sweetly love me and protect me for the rest of his life, all at the same time. Wait a minute, maybe I was looking at him the same way. I mean I wanted nothing more than his large hands and soft lips all over my body right now, yet I also cared about him so much. Oh who am I kidding? I’m so in love with him it hurts! I should just walk up to him right now and kiss him. Show him how I feel! But I can’t, I just can’t. I can’t risk our friendship! I can’t risk my job! Not if I don’t know for sure that he feels the same way about me.
How long have we been staring at each other like this. Obviously many thoughts running through our minds. Harry looks away first. Clears his throat. “We should change, then we can go get something to eat.”
I look down, disappointed that this moment hadn’t ended the way I’d hoped it would. I look up with a smile. “Sounds great!”
H leaves the room and returns with my suitcases. “Thanks. I’ll just be a few moments.” I say quietly.
“Take your time. No hurry.” Harry says. “Remember this is the city that never sleeps.”
And there it is, the big silly smile that always follows one of his cheesy jokes.
As H goes to the other bedroom to change, I now try to find an outfit that is casual yet sexy. I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard. I settle on tight dark wash jeans to show off my curves, and a fairly tight button down shirt that I leave unbuttoned enough to show some cleavage yet not so much that it borders on slutty. Some heeled black boots and my black leather jacket. Luckily my hair is cooperating this afternoon. It’s falling in nice curls down my back. I don’t dare touch it or it will rebel against me.

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