Sabrina wandered into the bar on shaky high-heeled legs. Seeing the glass of Montepulciano by Harry’s hand, made her tremble all the more.
This time instead of trying to avoid each other they were purposely planning to meet at the bar that they had gone to, to avoid each other.
It was almost like making a date, even though they were so past that by now. They had done so much together already. But this was actually planning to see each other and—and whatever happened after that on a Friday night…
She sat beside him, and he placed his hand on her thigh which still had the remnant of a quiver. His hand on her thigh calmed her a bit surprisingly, and his kiss on her jaw made her feel different than his usual kisses.
She felt like his.
Sabrina had no idea where this relationship was headed. They did not talk about a future or love. But they were spending more and more time together, and something was happening more than what they had started as…
She placed her hand over his, and placed her head on his shoulder. He made more of a nook for her, and ran his fingers absently through her hair. Sabrina moved her head from his shoulder, and took a sip of her wine.
“Hey,” she said, breaking the silence between them.
“Hey,” he smiled, and his smile melted her.
Their conversation was soft. They were getting to know each other.
Trying to remember each other, asking questions. Making comments about things that they had mentioned before. Showing that they were listening to each other.
He listened to her while she talked about something mundane that had happened that day, and she was oddly aroused. Being the center of his attention was a turn on.
She sipped her wine slowly, and some dribbled down her chin. His finger was there to wipe it like a human napkin. He put his finger in his mouth after, and sucked slowly.
He aroused her almost unconscious, as he put the tip down for their glasses of wine and put his arm about her waist. Sabrina happily let Harry lead her.
This time to his apartment.
“I missed you.” he said simply.
Even though they had woken up together that morning, it had felt like forever until she got to the bar and now. Now felt like something stolen.
On her back, he held her hands so she did not thrash so much while he went down on her. He searched for her, and found her and she could not stay still. She was pretty sure she was unconscious, or in some other state of mental disarray. His tongue soft and eager, thrust and circled her. She tasted blood because she bit down on her lip so hard. His might have made her lower body still, but she was wild above her waist as he kissed her hard between her legs.
She was unconscious for a moment, and then she came to and knew it was not the sensation but the emotion that was driving her.
She was falling in love with Harry.
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