[Harry's POV]
"You...you shouldn't be irresponsible, you're not alone in the house"
"I was, but now, you're here," I said, tracing her gaze and leaning my face to hers so that I could feel her breath hovering over my face.
I was burning, her body this close was fire, and sweat beads on her. She looks like she's trying to keep her hormones in check.
She let out a smirk, and in that moment, when we got to stare with our emotions losing control and just wanting to kiss, and I almost did, bending my head slightly to reach those lips, but then she pulled away and scoffed.
Maybe, I'm just hallucinating. She's just a free person who wouldn't fall.
I gnashed my teeth as she wasn't looking at me again but had snatched the mop from me.
My fists were folded as I cleared my throat. Even the charged atmosphere has dropped into something cold and cruel and I was the one feeling all nervous now.
