My heartbeat picks up as soon as he pulls me close to him. He gazes at me, his eyes challenging me to act on his dare but I can't. Not when he's looking at me like that.
In the spur of the moment, I place my palm on his cheek. There's no trace of stubble whatsoever. He must have shaved this morning.
He sits up, taking me with him, and for a moment there I think that he's going to kiss me. My breath catches in my throat and I close my eyes in anticipation just as his ringtone blasts in the car. He pulls his phone from his jeans pocket and he causally presses the ignore button when he sees the caller.
"Just the person I wanted to hear from." He scoffs.
"Your ringtone is damn annoying, you know that?"
"I'm glad it makes you feel some kind of a way."
Of course Harry would say that.
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