The car screeched to a stop in front of Harry's house. Just like he said he was going , we were at his house, and he was going to make me dinner. I saw him walk around the hood of his car and over to my door, opening the door like a true gentlemen. He held out his hand to help me out of his car.
"You didn't tell me you cook", I say as he leads me up his walkway.
" I didn't think it was that important", he said "What about you, you got anything you haven't told me?".
"Im an open book", I reply as we head into his house taking our shoes off.
Harry goes into his kitchen and pulls a bunch of ingredients and gets to whatever he's making.
"So chef, what's on the special tonight", I asked him making him laugh and lose concentration.
"It's a surprise", He said blocking my view so I couldn't see what he was making.
30 minutes later
harry came over carrying two plates with a napkin over each plate so that I couldn't see his masterpiece.
"Come on", he said sweetly pulling out a chair and pushing it in when I say down. He placed the plate in front of me and pulled the napkin off, reviling a sand which with lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, ham, mayo, and pickles. The plate was placed so carefully, and it was prepared so formally.
"Dinner is served", he said trying to do a French accent. I laughed at both his accent and his meal he took so long to fix for us.
"Harry, you didn't have to", I say making both of us laugh hysterically.
I took a bite out of my pretty sandwich , feeling bad that I ruined the perfectly prepared meal, that took Harry a long time.
"So, what are your plans for the future?", he asked " college?"
"I was accepted to a college in New York, but I couldn't afford it, so here i am", I said feeling tears build up in my eyes, but trying to hide them in front of Harry.
"I'm so sorry, Ashlynn", he said putting his hand under my chin so I was forced to look into his eyes.
I stopped crying as he wiped the remaining tears from my checks. I took the last bite out of my sandwich and put my hands on my napkin.
"Do you want some dessert?", he whispered as he got up out of his chair as I did the same coming towards me.
He pulled his arms around my waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I felt his lips lightly trail all over my neck. Moans came out of my mouth, making him smile. He connected our lips, increasing the kiss. I felt his arms explore under my shirts and the next thing I know he pulls my shirt off. He pushes me back until my back hits the wall and he cups my bump. I wrap my legs around his waist. I pull off his shirt and throw it beside us. Still with my legs around his waist, he Carries us into his bedroom and sets me down on his bed, climbing on top of me. I feel him reach for the clasp for my bra.
"Stop, I'm not ready", I say before he has the chance to do anything more.
"It's ok, I will wait however long you want me to", he says flopping down next to me in his bed.