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Harry: they aren’t staying for the party. They’re going to dinner with Liam shortly
Harry: and most importantly, Firebird, I need to touch you and kiss you so get your hot ass over here
We hadn’t talked about what happened with us after that point when he left in just less than a month. And now I was about to meet his parents.
A small voice in my mind chattered anxiously through my wine buzz:But he’s met my family.He’s here right now at a family gathering.
Just go meet his parents, already.
I was so confused and now, nervous.
Ryan grunted. I glanced his way and noticed he wasn’t looking at Benji or me.
“Stacey.”
That deep voice. Harry.
“Hello.”
“So formal, Miss Turner. Hello to you, too.” He winked again.
Ryan rolled his eyes.
“You look stunning tonight.” Harry’s grin grew wider. “But I have a feeling everyone here has told you the same thing.”
“Stacey looks bloody amazing,” Benji enthused. Ryan walked off.
“You’d think they’ve never seen me in a dress before,” I said as the opening chords of T Rex’s song, ‘Hot Love’, blasted over the speakers. Dancers my mum’s age surged onto the dance floor.
“Firebird, I need to dance with you before my mother demands to meet you in person.”
Harry led me to the dance floor, holding my left hand up while his other hand slid over my waist. Someone whistled as we started to move.
“You’re nervous,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes,” I sighed. Tension left my shoulders.
“This about meeting my parents?” He dipped me low and then pulled me back up to more cheers. “Or about a sleepover?”
“No.” He raised an eyebrow. “Okay, a little. For both.”
“Let’s pretend we’re dancing with Beryl and her crew. You can waltz to anything, remember.”
He moved me around the dance floor effortlessly. People hooted and clapped. A few congratulated us again for helping Brayden’s mum at the restaurant.
“Did you request this?”
“Ha, someone else did,” Harry replied. “Not unhappy though. Marc Bolan and T-Rex are the best.”
“Your obsession with Marc Bolan makes me wonder about your sexuality.”
“It’s the satin jumpsuits he wears. I think I’d turn for him.” Harry’s face was thoughtful. “But he’s dead so there’s that minor detail.”
“He’s crooning about giving his girl ‘hot love’. And by that he means …”
“Hot sex. Fucking,” Harry whispered against my ear. Goosebumps broke out over my skin. “I can’t stop thinking about making you come. Being inside you.”
“Oh god, Harry.”
