Elizabeth

I was happy to be in Harry's arms again. He felt familiar to home. Yet, there was a nagging feeling within me that said he wasn't my home. It was incessant. When Harry and I kissed, my subconscious was there to tell me I shouldn't kiss him. That was wrong. 

I was working on my presentation in the study room when I heard the bell ring. His company had arrived. I spent more than an hour in the study room working on a perfect presentation. I stood up to get some water but realized he didn't keep any other than liquor. I opened the door and discreetly went downstairs...