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This was wrong. So very, very wrong. Yet, at the same time, it felt so right. Never had being with someone felt this real and right. But with Macy there was a raw rightness of it that was almost overwhelming. But even as he surrendered to the inevitable pull of it, he could not help but feel a small tinge of guilt. Because it may seem gloriously right to them, in their bubble, but the elders and Marisol would most likely disagree, not understanding the connection they shared.
He wasn’t even sure how it had started. He was her Whitelighter and a dear friend to Marisol. He knew it was inevitable that they would become friends given the amount of time they spent in each other’s company. But while there was training and missions, there was also afternoon tea in his office and late night chats in the kitchen after a long day of spells and demons. They often sought out comfort in each other. They just clicked.
The worst part of all was that it wasn’t just him. It wasnt long after he discovered his feelings for her that he started to see them mirrored in her eyes. Harry would catch Macy glancing at him with heated eyes.
After a particularly rough encounter with a demon, Harry had given Macy a fierce hug, still not ready to leave her for the night. He had barely registered his action as her slender form pressed enticingly against him, her arms snaking around his torso and her scent invading his senses.
He worked hard at stifling the burst of sudden arousal that immediately began to course through his veins. He had spent all of his second life, devoting his time and energy to his job as a whitelighter, following the rules the elders set for him without question. He had blocked out any emotions that would interfere with his duty to protect witches. But now as Macy’s body seemed to meld with his, he felt the stirrings of something he couldn't quite name, something more than just arousal.
"Goodnight Harry," she said in a low husky voice as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek—lingering for longer than was probably appropriate—that sent a spark of heat straight to his groin.
He'd gulped, stunned by Macy’s action. “Ah.. yes.. goodnight.” He stutters as he backs up to orb out.
Once he’s back at his condo he touches his hand to his cheek. He could still feel the press of her lips. God he was so screwed.