ORION.
I'd been dragging my feet about sharing the news with Harro, unsure of how he'd react to my upcoming trip out of town. The entire weekend had slipped away in a haze of lazy mornings and cozy nights, and I still hadn't mustered the courage to bring it up. But when I finally did, my suspicions were confirmed – a flicker of displeasure danced across his face, and I knew he wasn't happy about it.
I knew he couldn't stop me from traveling, but I wanted him to open up about his feelings, to share the emotions that were simmering beneath his stoic exterior. This would be our first time apart since we started dating, and I knew I'd miss him terribly – the way he made me laugh, the way he challenged me, the way he loved me. But Harro's stubbornness was getting in the way of our conversation, his silence a loud force that threatened to derail our discussion.
He's laying on top of me, Harro's warm tongue danced across my bare chest, sending shivers down my spine and making it increasingly difficult to focus on our discussion. His gentle caresses were a potent distraction, and I felt like giving up, letting the pleasure wash over me like a wave. But I knew that's exactly what he wanted – to avoid the conversation, to pretend he hadn't heard me, hoping the uncomfortable topic would disappear into thin air like a wisp of smoke.
I ran my hand through his hair, trying to keep him focused, my fingers tangling in the soft strands. "Can we at least talk about it?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. But Harro just shook his head, his silence speaking volumes, his eyes avoiding mine as he continued to tease me with his tongue.
"I want to talk about it, tell me how you feel, please," I said, gently tugging his hair, trying to coax him into opening up. But instead of responding, Harro groaned in annoyance, like I was pestering him relentlessly. His eyes flashed with frustration as he looked up at me, making it clear he had no intention of discussing the matter.
"Why are you trying to ruin this for me?" he asked, his voice tinged with petulance, as he gestured to my body with a pout. I stopped his hands from pulling the waistband of my pants, and he looked up at me with a hint of expectation, as if willing me to surrender to his desires. I gazed back at him, amused by his antics, yet baffled by his attempt to deflect our conversation.
I shook my head, trying to refocus him on the issue at hand. "This won't disappear just because you don't want to acknowledge it, you know?" I said, my voice is soft but firm, hoping to encourage him to express his feelings. Harro stared at me for a long, tense moment, his eyes searched mine, before he finally climbed off my body, his movements stiff with reluctance.
"How will it disappear when you keep wanting to talk about it?" Harro muttered, his voice laced with frustration, as he got off the bed and ran his hand through his hair. He began walking towards the bathroom, his strides long and purposeful, and I immediately followed, feeling a surge of determination. Great, now he's running away from the conversation.
I understood that he wasn't happy about being apart from me for a few days, but his refusal to talk about it was petty, and I didn't like it. "We have to talk about it at some point, and it's got to be now," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "You know I have to go. Please, tell me how you feel, baby."
Harro paused midway from turning on the sink, his head rising as our eyes met in the bathroom mirror. We held each other's gaze for a long, tense moment, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Then, Harro sighed, his shoulders sagging, and looked away, breaking the spell. I felt a pang of disappointment, missing the connection of our locked gazes.
"It's three whole days!" Harro exclaimed, his eyes locking onto mine through the mirror, his expression a mix of longing and frustration. "Can't you make it one day?" He added, I smiled softly, reaching out to him, and wrapped my arms around his waist. I kissed his hair gently, trying to soothe his worries.
"You know I would do that in a heartbeat if it was possible," I told him, my voice gentle and reassuring. Harro nodded, his shoulders sagging in resignation, and let out a deep sigh.
"Or you can come with me," I suggested, trying to lighten the mood, but Harro groaned, his expression turning incredulous. "You know I can't do that," he grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. I kissed the side of his face, trying to comfort him.
Of course, I knew he couldn't come with me – that's what made this whole situation so complicated. The groundbreaking ceremony for his amusement park was in two days, and the mayor himself would be in attendance. Harro's presence was crucial, and I couldn't expect him to abandon his responsibilities, no matter how much he wanted to be with me.
"I'll miss you," Harro whispered, his voice barely audible, as he finally allowed his true emotions to surface. His words brought a warm smile to my face, and I gently turned him towards me, his hips resting against the bathroom sink. His eyebrows arched in surprise as he saw my smile, and I leaned in to kiss him. He returned my kiss immediately, his lips soft and inviting.
"I know," I whispered, nibbling his bottom lip, "I'm going to miss you too, every single minute." I confessed, my eyes locking onto his, filled with sincerity. I knew it was true – the thought of being apart from him for three days was already weighing heavily on my heart.
"Three whole days, that's how long you'll be gone," Harro whined, his voice muffled as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I hugged him tightly, planting gentle kisses on his head, trying to comfort him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close, as if he couldn't bear the thought of letting me go.
"It'll pass before you even know it," I whispered, trying to reassure him, but Harro groaned, his warm breath dancing across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "You don't know that," he muttered, his voice laced with skepticism.
He was right; I couldn't predict the future, but one thing was certain – our time apart would be filled with longing. We'd miss each other like crazy, every minute feeling like an eternity.
"We'll talk every minute until I get back," I promised, trying to alleviate his worries. Harro relaxed into my hold, his lips releasing their gentle suction on my neck as he gazed into my eyes. "You promise?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for reassurance, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. "I promise," I replied, my voice filled with conviction. Harro's face lit up with a soft smile, and he whispered, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
Our lips met in a tender kiss, the connection between us sparking like a flame. I knew Harro understood why I had to travel, but I also knew he'd struggle with my absence just as I would with his. He'd drop everything to follow me to Paris if he could; his devotion was unwavering. And now, with his newfound friendship with Athena, I knew he'd want to be there to support her.
I chuckled as Harro continued to leave a trail of bite marks on my neck. "That's going to fade by tomorrow, you know?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. But Harro was undeterred, his possessiveness and jealousy simmering just below the surface.
"I'll just have to make it deeper," he replied, his voice low and husky, as if that would somehow solve his problems. I sighed, shaking my head in amusement.
"If you make it any deeper, it's going to look like a bruise from a fight," I said, trying to reason with him. Harro stopped immediately, his eyes locking onto mine, and I couldn't help but laugh at his antics.
"Babe," I said, taking his hands into mine, trying to calm his possessive ass. "I promise I'm not going to get another lover when I travel." Harro studied me for a moment, his eyes searching mine, before sighing.
"It's not you I'm worried about," he said, his voice laced with concern. "It's them not being able to keep their eyes off you that I'm afraid of." I rolled my eyes, laughing inwardly. This one and his jealousy, I'm telling you. What am I going to do with him.
"You're convinced that everyone who sees me wants me, aren't you?" I asked, my voice tinged with amusement and a hint of incredulity. Harro's response was immediate, his eyebrows rising in a "are you kidding me?" expression.
"You don't?" he asked, his tone implying that I was the one who was clueless. I shook my head, and Harro muttered under his breath, "Oh, you naive, gorgeous man," his words dripping with affectionate exasperation. He shook his head at me, a small smile playing on his lips, as if I was a lost cause.
I protested, feeling a twinge of defensiveness. "Hey, that's not fair! I have a lot going on in my life to worry about who finds me... appealing, okay?" Harro's words brought back memories of our past conversations, when he'd told me that he'd taken one look at my picture and knew he wanted me. His confidence and certainty had been captivating.
"And that brings us to the topic at hand," Harro said, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he casually discarded his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. He stepped closer, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
"People assume you're married to your work, which leaves you with no time for a relationship," he explained, his words dripping with amusement. "And they think that if they could somehow manage to get into your bed, you..." He tapped my chest with a playful smile, his fingers grazing my skin. "You would be too busy working, and the little time you do have would be spent with them. Which means, you wouldn't have time to cheat on them or want someone else. It'll be like discovering an untouched gold mine" He concluded his presentation with a flourish, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
I stared at him, my eyes wide with disbelief, my mind reeling from the sheer weight of his statement. How could he possibly think that people saw me that way? And yet, as I looked into his eyes, I saw a glimmer of conviction there, a sense that he genuinely believed what he was saying.
"Do people really see me that way? Do you see me that way?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me as I tried to grasp his perspective. Harro shook his head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation on his face, as if I was a puzzle he couldn't quite figure out.
"I can't say that thought didn't cross my mind," he admitted, "but I know you, so my opinion is different." He paused, his eyes glinting with a knowing spark. "Think about it this way. You're young, hot, rich, and no ring on your finger – that's all they see. You're fair game to whoever is willing, remember Azalea?" He added, his voice dripping with a hint of cynicism, and my eyes widened in surprise.
He smirked, seemingly satisfied with himself, before stepping into the shower. The water enveloped his naked body, and I couldn't help but watch, my gaze drawn to the way the droplets cascaded down his skin.
"That's not true," I protested, trying to shake off the image of him in the shower. "And Azalea's case was different," I added, trying to reason with him. Harro turned to me, a smile spreading across his face as he wiped the water from his eyes, his gaze locking onto mine with an unmistakable glint of teasing.
"Yeah, okay! Think whatever you want," Harro replied, his voice dripping with teasing amusement, as he gazed at me with a playful glint in his eyes. "Are you getting in, or do we have to debate this too?" he asked, his tone laced with mischief, and I couldn't help but smile.
I shook my head, chuckling, as I shed my clothes and stepped into the shower behind him. "This doesn't mean you're right, okay?" I said as the warm water enveloped me, and I felt Harro's shoulder shaking with quiet laughter before he turned to me, his sultry smile making my heart skip a beat.
As he connected his lips with mine, I heard his low chuckle, his amusement obvious as I kissed him back immediately, and he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. He was having the time of his life, teasing me mercilessly, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by his playful energy. This little devil was enjoying every moment of this, and I was happy to play along.