Friends With Benefits


53. Chapter 53

Soon enough I heard her turn on the shower.
I let out a heavy sigh and walked into the bathroom where I went and sat on the bathroom counter. I swung my legs back and forth thinking about what to say. It was so steamy and clouded in here. Just like my thoughts.
"Leslie..." I said in a soft voice to the shower curtain that she stood behind.
I waited for a moment, but she didn't say anything. 
"Please talk to me..." I said in a pleading tone.
She still didn't say anything. 
"Fine, you don't have to say anything, but please just listen to what I have to say..." I waited to see if she would respond, and when she didn't I continued.
"Baby I'm sorry. I'm an idiot. I know that. I should have never suspected or accused you of cheating. I should have never gone through your phone like that. My apprehensive mind made me jump to a stupid conclusion again. And it doesn't help that I get jealous so easily. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm sorry for everything. I love you. Please. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry. Please, Love. Love...?"

Leslie P.O.V.
I closed my eyes and let the warm water run down my face to wash away my tears. My mind was running wild about everything that had just happened. This was our first big fight. I hated it. I hated this feeling.

It had been about five minutes since Harry had spoken and I still hadn't responded.
"Harry...are you still there?" I asked softly when I had finally stopped with my silent crying. A part of me had already decided that if he wasn't still there then that meant he had given up on me; on us. 
"Yes, Love I am," he said kindly. I could hear how delighted and relieved he was that I had finally responded. I was also relieved to hear his voice. It meant he hadn't given up. I was still mad at him, don't get me wrong, but I knew I wasn't going to stay mad at him forever. This was just a bump in the road.
"Good..." I said in a delicate voice. I didn't say anything other than that. I was still hurt. I didn't know what to say, really. I just needed to know that he was still there and that he wasn't going to leave, both literally and figuratively.
"And I'm not going anywhere..." he said sweetly as if he had just read my mind.
"Good..." was all I managed to say again. My voice was still a bit unstable.
A couple of moments had passed when I heard the shower curtain open slightly behind me.
"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked as he was already climbing into the shower. I just rolled my eyes and faced the water again where I could continue thinking. Like I said, I was still a bit upset. This time I wasn't as focused on my thoughts though, seeing as Harry was standing naked behind me. 
I felt him inch closer to me. He carefully swept my hair over the front of my shoulder, revealing my bare back to him. He didn't say a word and neither did I. He placed one hand gently on my waist and his lips softly on my neck, and then slowly released them. I shuddered under his touch. His arms reached over me and grabbed the sponge and soap that rested on the showerhead rack. My head was boxed in between his arms as he proceeded to place soap onto the sponge. With the soapy sponge in hand, he placed it onto my skin, moving it slowly across my bare back. He scrubbed my body gently; seductively. He glided the sponge gently over my shoulders, up and down my arms, and then across my lower back. He reached his arm around my waist to my front and circled the sponge around my chest and then my stomach, washing every inch of my body. He went down lower and lower, below my navel as he continued to scrub ever so lightly. At this point he then dropped the sponge and used only his hand as he moved down to my...womanhood. A small gasp escaped my lips at his touch as he gently massaged, stroked and ran his fingers in circles around me. What made it even worse was that he began kissing my neck again; driving me insane. My arms somehow found their way around his neck as my back was still pressed against his chest. I closed my eyes and my head lolled back against him into the crook of his neck as my lips instinctively parted. Water and soap ran down our bodies as he continued to please me the way that only he could. 
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked in a low voice.
"No, don't stop," I said in almost a whimper. 
"Do you forgive me?" he said in a seductive whisper, his lips coming in contact with my skin. I nodded my head quickly.
"Say it."
"Y-yes, I forgive you," I said barely audible through uneven breaths. He had complete control over me right now and he knew it. But I didn't care. 
He quickly turned me around as he pressed me against the shower wall; his hand never leaving me. He smashed his lips to mine and kissed me with so much passion. I could tell how sorry he was, just through our kiss. It was like he never wanted to lose me. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him as close as I possibly could to me, never wanting to let go.

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