November

I sit at my bedroom window, tracing shapes into the cold frosted glass. Snow hasn't fallen yet but the gray clouds overhead suggests it will be soon.

I jump at least three feet into the air when something hits the window, a rock. I wipe the shapes off of the glass and look below to see the boy in all black smiling up at me.

"Why can't you use the front door?" I call down to him once I open the window.

"Your parents are home," he shrugs. I watch as he makes his way toward the spruce tree that has limbs extending toward the house, a perfect entrance to my room.

In a matter of a few minutes he's in my room, shutting the window behind him. He elopes me into a hug once he's done, the familiar minty smell engulfing me.

"Let's go do something," he prompts.

"What? It's freezing outside," I wrap my arms around myself. Just standing at the window for that small amount of time has my entire body cold.

"We can go get some lunch and then go back to my house so we don't have to sneak around," he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

I look around my room, my eyes settling on my desk where there are papers scattered around.

"I have to finish a paper," I frown.

"That paper isn't due for another week," He laughs.

"Okay, I'll go," I smile. He kisses my cheek before leaving the way he came to wait for me to get ready. I put a sweatshirt over my shirt and brush my hair before collecting my papers and heading downstairs. It may not be due for another week but it needs to get done.

"Where are you going?" My mother asks as I walk towards the door.

"Studying at the library," I show her my papers.

"Don't be late for dinner," she smiles before letting me leave. I rush down the steps toward Harry's car down the block.

"What is that?" He eyes my papers.

"My essay," I smile. He shakes his head but keeps his comments silent as he starts toward town.

After an hour of arguing, we settle on a Mexican style cantina in the center of town. We're seated in a matter of minutes and handed menus.

We each order a coke and wait as the small waitress scurries away to get our drinks.

"Thank you," Harry smiles at the waitress when she returns. She blushes deeply and smiles back at Harry, completely oblivious to me sitting here.

"Why are you frowning?" He notices after she walks away.

"You're like a magnet," I say, glancing around at all the girls very obviously staring at him.

"Don't be upset," he grabs my hand.

"I'm not upset," I curtly remark and grab a chip out of the bowl.

"Do you want me to say something to them?" He begins to stand up but I yank him back down.

"No, please," I laugh, all of my anger fading. Harry can't help he's like a god.

The waitress returns with a notepad, glancing between us nervously. I order a cheese steak burrito while Harry gets steak fajitas. I can't help but smile as Harry makes a point to look at me the whole time. I almost feel bad for the waitress as she hurries away after collecting our menus.

"Happy?" Harry smirks once she's gone. I ball up a napkin and throw it at his face, but he's too quick and quickly swats it away.

We receive our meals in a short amount of time and eat in silence. Mine is delicious and by the time I'm finished with all of mine, Harry is just starting to work on his second fajita.

"Damn," he comments at my empty plate.

"What?"

"I've never seen a girl eat like that,"

I roll my eyes at his sexist comment. A memory tugs at the back of my brain. I remember him commenting on how I ate three sandwiches when he had only eaten on when I was at his house. I hope this isn't becoming a habit.

"Well maybe you eat too slow for a guy," my subconscious mocks me for my bad comeback. I can see Harry's mouth twitching, desperate for a smile, but he remains expressionless.

Harry pays for our meals, despite my poor attempts to dissuade him. He does, however, let me drive him home.

Anne is in the kitchen when we arrive, baking cookies.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks when he realizes that she's home.

"Making cookies for the fall festival," she replies with a sweet smile. She hands each of us a cookie and waits patiently as we try it.

"This is delicious Anne," I wipe the crumbs off of my face. I go to get another one but Harry's amused look causes me to stay planted. I will not have him mock me again.

"We're going up to my room," Harry grabs my hand, giving me a small amount of time to tell Anne goodbye before he drags me upstairs.

"It's fucking cold in here," Harry says. I involuntarily wrap my arms around myself as we walk forward.

"Let's just go downstairs," he huffs but I grab his arm.

"Don't you have blankets?"

Ten minutes later we're tucked in his bed with a ton of blankets covering us. It's a little warmer than I prefer but I don't protest. Harry snuggles close to me as he reaches over my head to grab the remote.

"Stop here!" I tell him and he stops channel surfing on a hallmark movie. Sappy, yes, but it's what love should be like.

"Not this shit again," Harry groans.

"Please," I kiss him on his lips and begin to pull away. But Harry's not having that. He wraps his arms around me as he brings me closer, putting more passion into the kiss than intended.

I run my fingers through his soft hair, earning a moan from him, as he pushes harder. We haven't kissed many times but this one is by far the most intense. We need to stop but I can't bring myself to.

"Shit, Jess," he mumbles into my lips.

His lips trail down my neck, hovering just over my collarbone. He sucks lightly, an involuntarily moan escaping my lips.

I'm so infatuated at his sweet kisses that I don't realize his body moving lower.

"Stop," I grab his arm quickly.

"Let me make you feel good," he prompts.

I stare at him, my mind reeling over the possibilities of what he could mean.

"Just relax," he kisses my hand. I nod and let him continue. His large hands move from my face to my hips, gripping them lightly. He lifts up my shirt just over my belly button and kisses around my lower stomach.

His fingers hook into the waist band of my jeans, pulling them down. I feel exposed, but I don't protest. His hands move down lightly on top of my panties. He adds pressure to the
ones pressing onto me, creating an unfamiliar feeling throughout my body.

"Harry," I knot my fingers through his hair. His presses the pad of his thumb against me harder to where I almost can't take his exquisite torture.

Something builds inside of my stomach and soon I'm writhing under his touch. He returns to my side after leaving a few more kisses up my stomach.

"You okay?" he notices my shut eyes.

"Great," I smile and kiss him once again.

Notes

I know it took them a while to start doing sexual things but the good girl I have in mind wouldn't give herself up so easily. But there will be more to follow so stay tuned!