122| Paranoid.

"I want to do it again.” Harry says in an awfully serious voice, and my jaw drops.

"Wh-what?" That was not what I was expecting him to say. Not what I was expecting him to say at all.

He wants to kiss me again. I thought he would say something like, ‘It was a mistake, and we shouldn't try it again.’

"Isla, let's make this easier for ourselves. Let me kiss you, please.” He says in a desperate tone as he cocks his head to one side and leans down.

"But you're mad at me," I whisper against his lips. He's literally the one always glaring at me through the hallway with piercing eyes, as though he wants to kill me or get rid of me entirely.

I'm still not sure what provoked the bathroom incident, but I'm sure as hell that he can't be serious about kissing me again. Right? He can't be.

"Can't I be mad at you and still want to fuck you senseless?" My breath hitches as words refuse to come out of my mouth in that second. Even if any word were to escape from my mouth, it would probably sound lik