Chapter Sixteen
Katy
Katy spent the evening snuggled up with Harry on the sofa, pretending to enjoy the football.
Before him, she’d never cared about sport, but after faking being a huge Celtic fan on her first date, she had to engage in a crash TikTok course, memorising the latest transfer windows and the names of the most important players on the pitch.
She’d even YouTubed an explanation of the offside rule.
But she didn’t mind. It was their fifth date, and already things were moving fast with feelings – although Harry seemed to be the perfect gentleman with regards to taking their relationship to the next level.
Besides kissing, with the occasional lip biting, combined with heavy breathing, the couple had kept it PG.
Nevertheless, Katy loved it when he hung out at hers, and suggested they watch the latest game together, surrounded by candlelight and the tangy crunch of Doritos, hoping to finally take things to the next level.
Celtic were currently two nil up against Hearts, and Harry was in his element, shouting at the television and then turning to Katy, who would mirror his reactions. When the final whistle blew, he relaxed back on the sofa and pulled her over for a kiss.
‘I think you’re my lucky charm, do you know that?’ he said, kissing her forehead lightly.
‘I think you’re mine, more like! We are smashing the season so far!’ she replied confidently, having also spent an overwhelming amount of time analysing the league table and the possible outcomes of upcoming fixtures over the next few months.
‘I don’t mean with the football, Katy.’ He paused, looking more serious, ‘I mean with everything. I am so happy with you and how things are going. It’s the happiest I’ve been in God knows how long.’
A warm gush of excitement swept over her, and she beamed back, dying to ask if he was happier now than with his ex-bird when they were travelling in Australia. ‘I am, too. I don’t think I can remember the last time I felt so connected to someone, Harry,’ she admitted.
He agreed enthusiastically. ‘You are literally the female version of me. We like all the same things! It’s so weird, isn’t it?’
Katy smiled back but wondered if she had actually given anything about the real version of herself away. She was so busy moulding herself to fit Harry’s lifestyle and perception of the perfect partner that she had no idea if he liked the real Katy McIntyre.
Harry suddenly hauled Katy over him, quickly making her forget any insecurities she had about their relationship, until she was straddling his lap. She kissed his soft lips, and her forehead pressed against him as she stared longingly into his eyes.
‘I am in love with you, Katy,’ he whispered.
She gasped happily and covered her mouth. ‘What?’
Harry chuckled, his face turning a little red at his confession. ‘I mean it. I know it’s soon, but I love you!’ He seemed worried. ‘Have I scared you away?’
She leaned over, squeezed him tightly, then kissed his cheek, head and lips so fast it was almost simultaneous. ‘I love you too, Harry, I honestly do!’
The pair started kissing and giggling until things turned more passionate, tongues intertwining.
Harry ran his fingers through Katy’s soft hair, and she moaned at the slight tug, feeling undeniably horny.
Then he moved his hands down and began rubbing and squeezing her breasts, tugging them out from her bra.
Katy could feel her vagina begin to pulsate and, keen to egg him on, she whispered, ‘ Mmmm , that’s nice, keep going.
’ He moved his mouth down, ran his tongue over her breast, biting and licking, so that goosebumps sprinkled up her spine.
‘Should we go through to the bedroom?’ Katy asked through pleasurable gasps.
Harry nodded, then stopped, pulling his attention away from her nipples. ‘Can I ask you something first?’
What the fuck did he possibly have to ask me at this particular moment?
she wondered. It must be sexual. Her favourite position?
What she likes in the bedroom? If she spits or swallows?
I mean, we all know the preferred option, but the guy just told her he loved her.
Maybe she could swallow this one time and take one for the team.
‘Yeah, of course,’ she replied, patting down her messy hair and readjusting her bra.
‘I know it sounds cringe, but I want to do this right. I’m crazy about you, Katy,’ he said.
Katy’s heart began thundering in her chest. Is this a proposal? she wondered, feeling nervous but excited at the same time.
‘I am, too. I think you know that, baby,’ she responded, pulling up her top, noticing her nips were still pointing in his face at what seemed to be a sentimental moment.
‘So, don’t freak out, but I would feel better if we were official before we start sleeping together. I don’t want you to feel disrespected in any way by me.’ He seemed nervous and shy as he spoke, and Katy’s heart melted at his sweetness. She could feel her bottom lip quiver.
‘Oh my God! I’d love to be official with you, Harry,’ she said softly, gazing into his sweet blue eyes. ‘I have been telling Zola and Ella in the office how I would never speak to anyone else. I’m invested, believe me.’
His face shone with relief. ‘So, you’re my girlfriend, then?’
‘And you’re my boyfriend!’ she screeched happily, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
The pair hugged lovingly on the sofa for a while, giggling between kisses like teenagers.
Katy thought how she had never met any man – especially on a dating app – with so much decency before.
Harry seemed to be mature, consistent, and he had tunnel vision only for Katy.
She wondered if withholding sex on the first date may have been the answer all along.
‘Hey, why don’t I come round tomorrow night?
’ Harry interrupted her thoughts. ‘We can do this properly when it’s not so late on.
We’ve both got work in the morning, and I don’t want to rush the first time we .
.?. you know. I want to take all my time and for my new girlfriend to really enjoy herself.
’ He side-eyed her, and Katy felt her stomach pinch with nerves and anticipated pleasure.
‘Yeah, of course.’ She nodded, understanding, but also disappointed that her hungry vagina wouldn’t be fed tonight. ‘I want you to enjoy yourself, too.’ Her hand very deliberately grazed past his groin, and Harry grinned widely.
‘Hey!’ he scolded playfully, pulling her hands to his.
‘Oh, I know, I know.’ Katy laughed. She straddled his lap again, and they stared into each other’s eyes, their fingers interlocked with one another, blissfully content in the moment.
‘You have small hands,’ she murmured, examining the size of them in comparison to hers.
Harry smirked. ‘You think?’
‘Yeah, look at them. Mine look bigger, and everyone says I have small hands, too.’
He linked his fingers back with hers. ‘It’s the only small thing about me, Katy,’ he whispered, and shockwaves pinged off her fanny immediately.
‘Harry!’ she warned. ‘You need to stop this, or you won’t leave this house with your dignity intact.
’ She could feel the horniness descend once more, but it felt like something more, something special.
Katy had waited years for a connection like this and she desperately wanted to be as close and intimate as she could be with Harry.
‘Mine and your dignity will be out the window by tomorrow night, sweetheart, trust me!’ he said, letting out a frustrated puff of breath.
They both laughed, and she flopped off his lap and back onto the couch, smiling and chatting away, crunching on the last of the Doritos and feeling completely and utterly in love.