Chapter 26. The Wait Ends Here

                                    

                                          
[September 22nd, 2016]
"So Harry," I bite my lip nervously. "We have stuff to talk about."
"Okay? What is that?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words I'm about to say. "Us. What happened between us, and what's going to happen now."
"Hmm, well you're mine and I'm yours."
A smile creeps onto my face. "What?..no." I laugh.
"Yes, Noa," he responds with a firmness that sends a thrill straight to my core. His eyes lock onto mine, and I can feel my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
"But what about Arlo, your album, and... I'm not sure I want a public relationship. There's so much we need to figure out before we can even think about..."
He stops me with a gentle touch on my thigh, sending a soothing warmth through my body. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he murmurs, his voice calm and reassuring. "Arlo is your number one priority, and I respect that completely. My album is nearly finished, and so when we work, we'll keep things strictly professional. I promise. As for everything else, we'll figure it out together. I'm not in a hurry. Let's take this slow."
I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of calm settle over me. He squeezes my thigh gently, a reassuring smile playing on his lips.
"Okay," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "We'll take it slow."
His smile broadens, lighting up his handsome face. "Good," he says softly, his hand moving to gently cup my face. "Because I'm not letting go of this, of us. Not now, not ever."
"But what about the engagement-contract?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, tecnichally it's over, the public knows it ended but we should probably wait at least two weeks with going public or being seen together, just to minimize hate" he replies casually. Scribbling down in his notebook.
"Two weeks?" I repeat.
He nods, his expression serious.
"So, we've got two weeks of sneaking around," I muse, grabbing his notebook and placing it beside him on his couch.
"I'm sorry, I know it's inconvenient," he starts to explain.
"Shh, it's kind of... hot," I interrupt, sitting on his lap.
"You find it hot?" he asks, a sly grin forming on his face.
"Yeah, I kinda like being your little secret," I admit with a smirk.
"Hmm, is that a little kink of yours?" he teases, pulling me closer by the waist.
"No," I laugh, "I just think the thrill is fun..."
He chuckles. "Well then, maybe we should explore that," he suggests, playfully.
"Hey, get your mind out of the gutter, Mr. Horny," I tease as his hands move around my waist under my shirt.
"I might be horny, but can you blame me? Look at you," he responds playfully, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.
"Well, when you put it like that" I laugh with sarcasm. 
"Plus I haven't had sex for 3 years so," he winks at me. 
I frown my brows in disbelief. "For real?"
He nods, with a crooket smirk.
"Can I ask why?" my hands brush his cheeks softly.
"Yeah, after you, I didn't really feel the urge to have sex with different random women," he says with a shrug. "I had my fun before you."