53 - Teach me

                                    

                                          
PERSONAL IMAGINE
                          
TEACH ME
                          

                          
                                                "Why haven't you tried to kiss me yet?" I ask Harry and he immediately stops playing with my hair.
                          
 "Do you want me to kiss you?" Harry asks doubtful.
                          
 "I guess," I answer and sit up, so my head is not resting in his lap anymore, "I mean, we're dating for, like, three weeks now and you haven't even tried to kiss me. Do you not wanna kiss me?"
                          
 "Loes, of course I want to otherwise I wouldn't be dating you. But I know that you haven't had your first kiss yet so I'm not going to push you." Harry shrugs and gives me a sincere smile.
                          
 "Kiss me." I tell him and Harry chuckles.
                          
 "Now?"
                          
 "Yeah, what's wrong with now?"
                          
 "Nothing, it just came very...surprising." Harry answers and turns his body to me. He pulls me closer by my legs so they are wrapped around his waist.
                          
 His thumb touches my chin and tilts my head a bit backwards so our lips are almost on the same level. Harry slowly moves forward but stops when only a very few inches separate our lips from each other.
                          
 I can feel his breath hitting my lips as I impatiently wait for him to finally kiss me. His green eyes stare at my lips before he looks up to meet my eyes. The affectionate look in his eyes makes me want to melt right here in his arms.
                          
 "Why don't you kiss me now?" I whisper and Harry smiles benignly.
                          
 "This moment before the kiss is always the best one."
                          
 "So you're not going to kiss me?"
                          
 "I will, don't worry." Harry tells me quietly and chuckles. Suddenly he leans a bit more forward. My heart almost jumps out of my chest and so many thoughts are running through my mind.
                          
 But Harry's lips don't meet mine. Instead he places a kiss below the left corner of my lips. "You're a tease." I mumble and Harry laughs softly.
                          
 Harry leans back again and pulls my body a bit closer. His hand that is still holding my chin moves up to my cheek and his soft thumb strokes my skin. But when he leans in and when I realize that this time he will indeed kiss me, I look down and move my head a bit to the side.
                          
 Harry's breath is closer to my ear now and he places a soft kiss below it before he whispers, "Don't be scared, babe."
                          
 And with those words he turns my head to the middle again and slowly leans in until our lips meet. His lips are warm and softer than I expected them to be. There is no rush in our kiss, everything is slow and gentle. Hesitantly, I return the kiss but my fear of doing something wrong is distracting me.
                          
 "Stop thinking so much," Harry breathes, "As long as you don't bite me, there's nothing much you can do wrong."
                          
 A breathless giggle escapes my lips and with newly gathered courage I kiss him with a bit more urge. My hands travel up his cheeks to bury them in his fluffy curls. I pull a bit at his hair and the kiss becomes more urgent but also more passionate.
                          
 Deliberately, Harry pulls away but stays close enough so I can still feel the warmth of his breath hitting my lips. He smiles widely before he pecks my lips one more time. A smile appears also on my face.
                          
 "Happy?" Harry asks and my hands move away from his hair so I can wrap my arms around his neck.
                          
 "Very." I mumble and then giggle, "You're a very good kisser."
                          
 "Oh you think so?" Harry smirks and pinches both my sides with his fingers.
                          
 "Yes, I give you the permission to kiss me all the time from now on." I say laughing and Harry murmurs a quiet, "Good", before we end up in a sweet make out session on the couch.
                          
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i feel like this isn't very well written so i apologize deeply for it
                          
love you all x