"Aurora..." A soft rasp floated to my ears and I hummed, snuggling closer comfortably. "Aurora, there are police cars everywhere around the city!"

"What?" My eyes sprung open in alert, feeling them ache with the sudden action. We were still in Harry's van, sprawled out in the open. But the quiet moon was now replaced by an angry bright sun.

I was cuddled into Harry, my arms wrapped around his waist and my legs intertwined with his. My eyes widened at this, but I was relieved that I was still in my clothes...well, his clothes.

Cheeks blazing, I scooted away from him, blinking away the sleepiness in my eyes.

Harry looked highly amused, but he brushed it off, concentrating. "Elijah's just rung me, said there's a freaking police search party for the sheriff's daughter."

I pursed my lips and sat up, groaning loudly in pure agony. "Shit."

"Aurora, is that strict dad of yours the fucking town sheriff?"

I nodded, making Harry mutter under his breath and furrow his eyebrows. "Am I going to go to jail?"

My lips twitched. "No, Harry. I will, though."

I shook my head and slipped out my phone, unlocking it. 137 missed calls and 49 unread text messages.

All from my one and only. I opened up the messages and noticed the progression from warning to frustration to anger to worry.

Sir:
Aurora, it's 11. I can't get hold of your phone right now. DON'T lose track of time.

Sir:
It's half past eleven and you're STILL not picking up!!!

Sir:
YOU'RE GROUNDED!

Sir:
If you're in trouble, I had my number saved in your phone as speed dial.

"I feel horrible," I whimpered and fell back on the mattress again and groaned when I felt my stomach rumble and my headache worsen drastically. "How much did I drink last night?"

"You were downing shots like a champion," Harry teased but he was already on the run. "You called my lips pretty."

"No, I didn't," I denied the truth, my face on fire. Harry laughed and shook his head.

He was up and in the driver's seat in a blink. I struggled to get up in the first place before I forced my limbs to cooperate and sit in the passenger's seat next to him.

"Where are we gonna go?" I asked him as he drove us back onto the highway.

"I think you should go home," Harry said softly. I almost pouted. "I don't want to have a criminal record."

"You won't, Harry," I argue, actually annoyed. "I scared you off, didn't I?

"I am scared, but not for myself, for you." He was serious, looking at me sideways to give me a look. "Is this normal?"

"What is, you and me? No...at least, not for me. But I kinda dig that."

Harry smiled a little and tried to hide it from me. "You do?" He asked and I nodded in response. "Good, because I do, too. But..."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry about my dad, Harry."

"How could I not? I mean, look!" He pointed at a police vehicle on the highway, stopping random cars. "I don't want to cause any trouble."

"Take a right," I looked ahead of me. Harry looked confused but obliged. We stayed silent the rest of the way, just my croaky morning voice giving him directions to my house.

"Don't look so grumpy," Harry whined. I shook my head.

"Here, take this U-turn then turn left," I continued, not really ignoring him.

Truth was, I was grumpy. I didn't want our little rendezvous to end. I was being a spontaneous rebel with a complete stranger and it was such a rush. Last time I felt truly free was when my mum was alive, and I didn't want my thoughts to drift there because I will start balling.

That wouldn't be a pretty goodbye sight.

"Are you actually mad?" Harry questioned.

"No, I'm really not," I sounded like I was pleading with him. "But I can't say I'm ready to say goodbye."

Harry didn't say anything, instead he had his eyebrows furrowed and I wondered if I said the wrong words.

Was I being too much for him? Was I one of his many girls he picked up from his gigs?

"Stop here," I clear my throat.

The car comes to a slow stop at the top of my street. Harry looks at me quizzically.

"Just in case there's police outside my house," I explain, mainly just to fill the silence.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door, hopping out of the car. All the while, Harry's silent. As I'm rounding the car, I hear him get out of the car himself and closing the door in somewhat of a hurry.

"Hey," he called.

We met halfway in front of the hood of the car. He caught my hand and tugged me closer to him, pulling me against the car, causing an inevitable gasp to slip my mouth. He stared at my lips, cupping my cheeks with his warm hands, his eyes lustful and longing and there's quivering inside my chest.

"Can I borrow these lethal petals of yours?" He rasped out, his voice chilling my bones. His eyes hinted at my lips and I could feel them melting.

"They're all yours," I breathe out and, in that femtosecond, I lose my breath again.

His weapons are on my lethal petals and I'm sucked into the current. He's an ocean and the water is flowing strongly. We take some time to get to the shore and break away. I haven't realized my fingers were threaded into his luscious hair, his fingertips on mu hips.

"I owed you one," Harry winked, raising me up from my waist to set my feet on the ground, all the while I'm refraining from shrieking and pulling him into another kiss.

I'm speechless and so, I can't do anything but dwell on his effortless beauty. How he's smiling so happily and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before he leans down and says the four magic words.

"This is not goodbye."