As the night progressed, Grace's promise to make it a good one had definitely been kept. Herself and Harvey had very comfortably fallen into their old ways when they were together, causing a number of behaviours to occur that may not have been the smartest.
Many drinks had been consumed and as 3am approached, the pair had decided that a walk down along the beach seemed like the perfect idea. It had been initiated with the suggestion of a walk and chat, to try and sober themselves up however, it was never going to be that innocent.
"You look fucking incredible, Grace." Harvey announced confidently, as he stood back to gaze his eyes over her body.
Grace was very used to being given compliments but one coming from Harvey meant that little bit more, even when she was drunk.
"You always scrub up pretty well too." She replied, while reaching out to grab his shirt in her hand, urging him towards her.
As Harvey's body collided into hers, Grace then lifted her hand up to run alongside his jaw and down to his chin.
"I like this too."
"You like what?" Harvey asked, as he looked down into her blue eyes.
"This stubble, the little beard you got going on. You look like a real man."
Grace's comment caused a smile to fall across Harvey's lips. Neither of them were in the right state of mind to be having a serious conversation and Grace's choice of words were an example of that.
"A real man, hey?"
"A real man." Grace repeated, with emphasis placed on the word 'real'. "It makes me fancy you even more."
While sober Harvey would have paused at Grace's comment, his more drunken mind was very much in charge, and very unfazed too. Instead of realising where this was going and how dangerous it was, he took the compliment.
"How much do you fancy me?" Harvey asked, with raised brows and there was a flash of desire in Grace's eyes.
"Enough to kiss you." She replied, with pure confidence, as though none of the past month had even happened.
At that point, Grace didn't even wait for any kind of reaction from Harvey. Instead, her hands fell from his face and wrapped around his neck, as she guided him towards her.
When their faces were inches apart, Grace felt Harvey's own hands drop around her waist, giving it a light squeeze. Even though she hadn't been looking for any sort of conformation, that had definitely been some. He wanted this too.
"Kiss me." Grace whispered as she brushed her lips over his, yet not fully giving in.
"As you asked so nicely." Harvey replied before closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to hers.
The moment that their lips touched, Grace felt a spark of familiarity rush through her body. This touch had been something she had been missing for a whole month, something she had been desperately craving from the moment they split up.
This kiss was both comforting but also passionate, filled with past emotions flooding back through them. Grace felt a sense of security, yet also pure desperation to relive the few months they had spent together.
"Fuck." Harvey mumbled as they briefly pulled apart and he sounded just as out of breath as she felt.
It was obvious he had felt that same spark too and that same sense of desperation from the month they had been apart. It was so difficult to block out any past emotions, when they never felt as though they had full closure.
"Don't stop." Grace warned, as she urged Harvey towards her once again and pressed her lips to his.
It was crazy how much she felt like she needed this. From claiming she was done with him and done with the person she had become, she was now feeling more like the Grace that Harvey had opened up.
As that realisation crossed her mind though, it soon clicked how dangerous that was for her. She didn't want to go back to how she was with him. She had made a stand that old Grace was here to stay and she had to keep that promise.
Therefore, she reacted in the most bizarre way as a method of coping with that. Instead of playing by the gentlemanly mannerisms she knew Harvey would try and uphold, she instead played by her own games.
What better way to pretend that no feelings were involved in that exchange, than to treat him like she would just any guy she met on a night out.
"Let's go back to your place." Grace insisted as they pulled apart once again.
Harvey reacted in a way she had expected, looking at her in apprehension and uncertainty. He knew it was a bad idea but he had also not expected those words to fall from her lips. He had been planning on respecting their situation and her feelings, not wanting to do something so careless to potentially make a bigger mess of things.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea Grace..." Harvey trailed off, as he tried to grab hold of any rational thoughts in his mind, that were being strongly overpowered by the drunken ones. However, he had very little willpower and Grace knew that.
"I don't care. I want it and I know you do too." She responded matter of factly. Then taking hold of his hand she guided him further down the sea front, in search of a taxi.
"Fuck. You are a complete nightmare sometimes Grace Ellard." Harvey said as they approached the road, and as Grace turned around she saw the smile across his face.
She had won him over with the idea and it had taken seconds, not minutes.
"I know but that's what you and everyone loves about me."
Harvey couldn't disagree with that, Grace had a way of luring guys in and it worked every time. When in her presence it was so easy to feel captivated by her, as though she had you under some sort of spell.
It was enticing but also a little terrifying. She held so much control and was never afraid to use it.
That was exactly what she had done too, as both she and Harvey had ended up at his place. Once again, they found themselves entwined between the sheets however, with much force, Grace had managed to block out every feeling she had for this boy, and just enjoyed the night for the fun of it.
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