Harry wasn't sticking to our agreement. He assured me that this meeting was for me, but he was lying. I had no doubt that he still wanted to fuck me, and I felt like a hypocrite because I wanted him, too. Desire had me trapped; there wasn't any other way to explain this. My heart was beating loudly in my chest and my pussy ached for his cock. This was pathetic, I had to just stay away from him, but he was helping me, so this was going to be almost impossible.
We were still holding hands and it felt natural. I had never held hands with anyone else, even my ex-boyfriends. My heart was slowly turning into mush. There was no way I was allowing myself to get attached to him.
We approached the man who I had been trying to see for the past six months. He wore his white suit and looked busy reading The Times. I chose to wear my best suit today. Brittany told me that I looked hot, but now I felt silly. I didn't want to look overdressed.