HAROLD'S POV.
In as much as I didn't want this moment to be over, she pulled away slowly, her face burning with embarrassment for being so intimate a while ago. I groaned inwardly.
All I wanted was to pull her against me and let the heat of her body melt me away. Her soft looking lips could caress mine and take me away into Dreamland.
Wait what? Since when did I become such a pervert?
"Since you started having wet dreams about a certain somebody after just a night's encounter."
My subconciense mocked and I cringed.
"What are you doing here?"
She whisper yelled, pulling me off the porch while looking back to make sure no one was coming.
"I've been worried dead about you since that night. You seemed very disturbed but you wouldn't talk about it and I just happen to visit an old friend in the neighborhood so I said why not stop by and say hi"