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Hayley pinned him with a pleading look. “Harry?”
“Sure, why not?” He couldn’t resist her. “Where do you need us?”
34 INT. CAR - DAY
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The car was a hell of a lot smaller on the inside. Charlie had convinced Hayley that the best photos would be of the two of them cuddled up on the back seat.
So here they were.
“You’re telling me people will voluntarily line up for hours just to take a single photo with some flowers?” Harrison grumbled, recognizing the scent of the hotel’s shampoo in Hayley’s hair. The overwhelming urge to get his hands in it gripped tight while she smirked up at him.
“Yep.”
“And that’s supposed to be enjoyable?”
Charlie laughed. “Yes.”
Hayley clicked her tongue. “Don’t listen to him. He’s far less of a grinch than he’s pretending to be.”
The even battle of wills he’d been locked in for days was now a two against one situation. When Emilia met Hayley, he’d never win an argument again.
“Okay, that’s it.” Charlie looked at the phone’s screen, then studied them again. “Harry, can you put your arm around Hayley’s waist?”
He did as instructed, biting back a curse. Squeezed into the back seat of the Cadillac with a lap full of his co-writer, Harrison was revising his previous opinion on karma. Because surely this counted as some kind of physical torture.
Emotional, too.
“Great, now Hayley, can you turn your face — no, toward Harrison — lovely. Yes!”
Harrison kept his focus forward, all too aware of Hayley’s… everything — her scent, the heat of her body, her breath hitting his neck — and the phone Charlie was no doubt using to capture his current turmoil. In 4K.
Fantastic.
“Okay, now Hayley, sit next to him, and I’m going to take a shot through the windshield, so I’ll need you to snuggle up.”
He was once again drawn to the curve of her neck, his gaze following the breadcrumbs of each freckle as they danced along her pale skin. More than anything, he wanted to settle his mouth against her pulse, simply rest his head and breathe her in.
And Christ, she was so warm. Her body fitting into his perfectly. It was familiar and new and so fucking intoxicating that he could barely think.
Every touch between them was impossible to ignore, his hand on her back, her palm on his thigh, the brush of her hair on his shoulder.
It made him want things he shouldn’t. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, late nights, lazy weekends, holidays, and everything in between. He wanted to traverse those freckles across every mile of her skin, navigate each sharp corner of her wit, sink into the warm sweetness of her love.
She was everything he’d ever hoped for and never believed he’d have.
Hayley shifted, her ass grazing his lap in a teasing reminder of that morning. Harrison stifled a groan. She shifted again.
He took a deep breath, hoping for a patience he didn’t think existed. Just one more; then he could get out of this cramped space.
Harrison couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything except look at Hayley. His breathing was going haywire. The way her dark hair curled at her shoulders, her lips petal pink and inviting, he’d barely need to move to close the gap between them.
“What is it?” she whispered.
He wanted to reach for her. Pull her closer. Trap her mouth under his.
His bicep warmed where she pressed against it, a reminder that she’d been in his arms this morning.
