Romancing The Jungle
Itching. (25th Chapter)
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Valerie's POV:
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I pressed my lips on his, stealing away their taste and softness. I closed my eyes and savoured the moisture of his mouth, almost devouring it with pure hunger. The second I knew Harry was not being responsive; I stopped the action. When my eyelashes curled upwards, and when my eyes looked at him; his face was extremely red. I was so close on getting worried, but I knew the resource of the strawberry face. He began giggling for some reason, as he hid his face in his pillow. What was I thinking?
What have I done? This is Harry, the innocent-clean-pure soul. Why had I kissed him, when I knew this would spoil everything. To lie and say that I am not attracted to him, I would rather not. He captivated me from the moment I saw him in the island, and for some reason my body couldn’t suppress the reaction I always wanted to happen.
I suppose, deep down I felt that Harry defending me and attacking Charlie, was something a man would do for the woman he cherishes. What am I baffling about right now? Harry doesn’t have a clue about these feelings and how people get intimate with each other. Sure, he knows how to hug and greet with a kiss on the cheek, but I am more than positive that he is clueless towards this kind of intimacy.
My thoughts could not stop attacking each other, which made me scared of myself and what I have done. I stood up and rushed to the door, running towards my room. Before I could close the door, I heard Harry calling my name; this will be the first time I don’t respond to him instantly. Suddenly, I feel like my whole skin is itching. The nerves are making me feel shaky and frightened, and I cannot find a peace point at the moment.
I strip off my clothes and rush towards my inner bathroom, turning the bathtub faucet as the water begins to poor. Looking at the way the water is pooling down, I recall the memory of Harry showering under the waterfall. The sinful thought of him under the waterfall increases my nerves more and more. I dip my body into the hot water, as the precious minutes replay in my mind.
Those soft and tender lips, were locked with mine. Regardless if they were responsive or not, they felt like the lock to my key. It was like their feeling was the perfect match which I wanted. Why God? Why did you put me in this situation with Harry? I was fighting my urging temptations quite well, but now everything is exposed. If Harry would look at me from now on, I would imagine myself completely bare and transparent in front of him.
…The Next Day…
I glide down the stairs, still in my PJs and night robe. I woke up late today, because I certainly did not have any rest at night. My mind forbid me from having my sanctuary, I could not collect myself to stop thinking about the kiss. I place my hand over my mouth as I release a tired yawn, while I enter the kitchen. The maids and the chef greet me a ‘good morning’ as I return one back. From their eyes, I could tell that I look like an utter mess, but to be honest I don’t want to bother myself and care about it right now.
I have so much on my mind to format. While I ask one of the maids to fetch me a cup of English tea, the corner of my eye catches the person that I do not want to be around anymore. I turn my back slowly, looking at him as he’s smiling in a shy way and munching a banana. God, Harry stop being so adorable! I can’t focus and I have no control on what this feeling that I have for you.
Valerie's POV:
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I pressed my lips on his, stealing away their taste and softness. I closed my eyes and savoured the moisture of his mouth, almost devouring it with pure hunger. The second I knew Harry was not being responsive; I stopped the action. When my eyelashes curled upwards, and when my eyes looked at him; his face was extremely red. I was so close on getting worried, but I knew the resource of the strawberry face. He began giggling for some reason, as he hid his face in his pillow. What was I thinking?
What have I done? This is Harry, the innocent-clean-pure soul. Why had I kissed him, when I knew this would spoil everything. To lie and say that I am not attracted to him, I would rather not. He captivated me from the moment I saw him in the island, and for some reason my body couldn’t suppress the reaction I always wanted to happen.
I suppose, deep down I felt that Harry defending me and attacking Charlie, was something a man would do for the woman he cherishes. What am I baffling about right now? Harry doesn’t have a clue about these feelings and how people get intimate with each other. Sure, he knows how to hug and greet with a kiss on the cheek, but I am more than positive that he is clueless towards this kind of intimacy.
My thoughts could not stop attacking each other, which made me scared of myself and what I have done. I stood up and rushed to the door, running towards my room. Before I could close the door, I heard Harry calling my name; this will be the first time I don’t respond to him instantly. Suddenly, I feel like my whole skin is itching. The nerves are making me feel shaky and frightened, and I cannot find a peace point at the moment.
I strip off my clothes and rush towards my inner bathroom, turning the bathtub faucet as the water begins to poor. Looking at the way the water is pooling down, I recall the memory of Harry showering under the waterfall. The sinful thought of him under the waterfall increases my nerves more and more. I dip my body into the hot water, as the precious minutes replay in my mind.
Those soft and tender lips, were locked with mine. Regardless if they were responsive or not, they felt like the lock to my key. It was like their feeling was the perfect match which I wanted. Why God? Why did you put me in this situation with Harry? I was fighting my urging temptations quite well, but now everything is exposed. If Harry would look at me from now on, I would imagine myself completely bare and transparent in front of him.
…The Next Day…
I glide down the stairs, still in my PJs and night robe. I woke up late today, because I certainly did not have any rest at night. My mind forbid me from having my sanctuary, I could not collect myself to stop thinking about the kiss. I place my hand over my mouth as I release a tired yawn, while I enter the kitchen. The maids and the chef greet me a ‘good morning’ as I return one back. From their eyes, I could tell that I look like an utter mess, but to be honest I don’t want to bother myself and care about it right now.
I have so much on my mind to format. While I ask one of the maids to fetch me a cup of English tea, the corner of my eye catches the person that I do not want to be around anymore. I turn my back slowly, looking at him as he’s smiling in a shy way and munching a banana. God, Harry stop being so adorable! I can’t focus and I have no control on what this feeling that I have for you.
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