The day you see me

Chapter twenty

Harley

I open my eyes and he is next to me. The sun is blaring through the windows but they are closed. my arms are wrapped around his waist but he is sleeping.

His eyes are closed.

He is lying on his stomach with his back up. He looks so beautiful even in sleep. My eyes stay glued to him because this all seems so surreal. This beautiful man, brought me to his home. Made me feel like I have never felt in all my life. He did something to me last night. Something that I knew he could.

He made me forget.

With just his touch, he wiped all the pain away and I want to hold on to that for the rest of my life.

I reach for his face and brush a strand of hair off his eyes. he is still sleeping. I want to watch him for the rest of my life. I want to wake up next to him, like this every day.

My hand stays on his face, the touch is magic.

Just like it was last night.

Just like it would be tomorrow.

His hand springs up suddenly and he grabs mine in his. his eyes are now open. He is watching me with those dark eyes.

Those eyes that make me giddy and happy.

"You were caught creeping,'' he places my hand on his lips and I smile as he plants soft kisses on my knuckles.

This is a lot.

This is fucking my head up.

"I wasn't creeping,'' I retort, even though basically, I was.

"Do you like creeping on me Harley?'' he asks suddenly pinning me to him. I look up at him as he rests his leg in between mine. I like this moment so much. I like the teasing; I like the way he makes me feel.

"You are too beautiful,'' I blurt out.

He laughs "You keep saying that my love but I think you are the one that has all the attention.''

His words are everything and I know he knows the effect he has on me and he revels in it.

"The only attention I want is from the man in front of me right now,'' I tell him honestly.

I smile because that is the effect, he has on me. he makes me happy; he makes me giddy. He makes me think about the future. For the first time in a long time, I am looking forward to tomorrow.

He pulls me closer and I rest my head on his chest. It is so hard but at the same time, it feels so great.

"I should probably go home; my mother is going to kill me,'' I confess. I don't know how I am going to handle whatever is going to happen to me when I get home.

I have never spent the night outside.

I don't really have any friends, I never really had a life, so they always could be confident that I would be home.

"I want you to stay for the weekend,'' he mutters calmly.

This is like no big deal to him but to me, it is a lot. I can't just disappear for the weekend.

"I can't,'' I lean into him because I don't even know if I will have this opportunity to be with him alone. He is here, I am in his arms and I wish I didn't have to go home. I wish I could just stay with him for as long as he will have me.

I don't know what happens between us now.

He said this was just sex and I am okay with it because he was upfront about it but I wish he would want to get to know me. I wish he would take a little bit of interest in me.

"You can, you are just afraid.''

I furrow my brows in confusion. This is far from fear. This is more about adding more disappointments to my list. Mom already sees me as trouble and she is trying to find the good inside me.

She doesn't believe my words; she never has and this will just give her ammunition against me.

"Stay,'' he chirps encouragingly and it takes a lot of willpower from me.

"I cant.''

He watches me, still holding unto me. I can't read him, I don't know what he Is thinking, I don't know what he is feeling. I wish I could just open up his mind and see his thoughts. I wish I really knew how he feels about me.

"I want you to stay,'' he manages. He is insistent.

I am weak when it comes to this man that I just met. I don't even understand how he can have so much power over me. I am here after all—even though I shouldn't have followed him yesterday. He convinced me and I listened.

"Would you take no for an answer?"

He smiles "I will never force you to do something you don't want to,'' the tone of his voice changes, and his expression is replaced with seriousness.

"I want to,'' I admit.

He smiles, slowly leaning forward until his face is hovering against mine. The heat from his body soothes me. I take a deep breath as he presses his lips to mine. the touch fire and ice at the same time. my hands engulf his body.

I want to feel him for as long as I can.

"This feels so amazing,'' I mutter in between kisses. His hands snake around my waist as I take all of this in.

"You feel amazing.''

His words have my heart racing. I want to scream and shout to him, that this is more for me. this is so much more than sex for me. I have never felt this way before and I am desperate for him to feel the same way about me.

This thing between us happened instantly. from the first day, I saw him. looking into his eyes, seeing the perfection that he harnesses. This man is an angel. He feels too good to be true and I want it all with him. I want the joy that only he can bring, I want to take this to the end with him.

I might be greedy; this might just be wishful thinking but I want it all with him. Even though my heart is one hundred percent in this. I can't show it. I can't scare him off.

I will hold unto him for as long as he wants me. Maybe eventually, he would see that I could be something more.

Maybe eventually, he would see me.