when he was mine; i’ll do anything you say if you say it with your hands
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Our feet were moving on the ground but I didn’t feel a thing.
It was dark now and all our steps seemed to become one big stumble up to Harry’s front door. Bits of ivy growing up the sides of his house brushed my hair and tickled my skin, my eyes locked shut as his mouth hovered against mine breathily.
“Watch the step,” he warned briefly, pulling away for a moment to point downwards where a tiny little ceramic critter shined a dim light on the new level.
“Nice frog,” I snorted, eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks.