Strings of Fate


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    Cam 33- Consent and concern


    Harry takes a deep breath and exhales heavily as if soothing himself before he begins.


    “I am really sorry Cam. I didn’t realise I was making you ufortable, that you didn’t like what I was


    doingel won’t touch you again without waiting for you to actually say it’s okay. I don’t want you to be


    ufortable and I definitely didn’t intend to manipte you or ignore your wishes.” he apologises


    sincerely. Wait, does he think I’m angry about him touching my legs? If I had a problem with that I


    wouldn’t haveshed out after several minutes of contact. It would have been immediate. I raise an


    eyebrow.


    “Why exactly do you think I’m upset?” I ask. Harry frowns.


    “Because I initiated physical contact without waiting for you to expressly consent to it and in the


    process, I made you ufortable.” He sums up, almost robotically. Like he wants to distance himself


    from the thought. I narrow my eyes.


    “And you can’t think of anything else that you might have done?” I prompt. Harry looks


    rmed.


    “Something else? I waspletely focussed on that one thing. What else could I have done? Am I


    missing something really obvious?” He asks. I just shake my head. Is he not aware that he was using


    his magic on me? I don’t know how aware Incubi are of their abilities, not to mention that he seems to


    believe that his magic doesn’t really affect me. Apparently my acting skills aren’t so terrible after all. But


    what does that mean for this situation? I mean, if he doesn’t know that he’s doing it, can I really be


    angry at him? Based on how horrified he is at this situation, he would probably be more careful with his


    magic if I tell him, but that would mean admitting to him that I basically


    med out in a temper because I was embarrassed because due to the fact that I was so turned on. I


    think I prefer it with him thinking his magic doesn’t work on me. I know there’s nothing to be ashamed


    of. I mean, what heterosexual woman WOULDN’T be turned on with an Incubus giving them so much


    attention? It’s very nearly impossible to avoid their magic. I have no idea how Ryann and his other


    female friends do it. I don’t know how much control Incubi have over their magic, but since I don’t see


    every woman in this ce throwing themselves at him all the time he probably has SOME control. But


    they do tend to pursue him either way. I don’t know how much of that is because of his magic, how


    much is due to the reputation that Incubi have and how much is just because Harry is stupidly hot. I’m


    not going to solve this dilemma without


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    more information. I could ask Harry, but again that would mean bringing it up with him and I don’t want


    to have that conversation right now. Maybe I can ask Ryann about it sometime. She seems fairly good


    at being non–judgemental. But what to do right now? I was angry at him for trying to manipte and


    control me, but if he didn’t intentionally use magic, or at least didn’t think it would affect me, then he


    really wasn’t actually manipting me so I don’t actually have a reason to be angry. I’m fairly sure that


    a good eighty percent of my anger was just embarrassment anyway. Harry clears his throat and I


    realise that while I’ve been thinking this through, he’s been waiting anxiously as I stayed quiet for far


    too long. I need to say something. I also notice that there are at least two people waiting for drinks. I


    would wonder why they haven’t said anything, but Harry and I haven’t been particrly quiet. They’re


    watching the show, eager to see how I’ll respond. I need to get back to But first, to put Harry and my


    audience out of their misery.


    work.


    “It’s fine. I misunderstood something. It doesn’t matter. I’m not angry anymore.” I tell him calmly, trying


    not to let my embarrassment show on my face. Really Harry probably deserves an apology for my


    outburst more than I did, but he doesn’t ask for one. He just sighs in relief. I serve the customers who


    are still eying Harry and I curiously. They definitely wish that they had more information. I know a few of


    my regrs like to gossip about Harry and I. They’re going to have a lot to talk about when they realise


    that I finally agreed to go out with him.


    Even though the argument with Harry has been resolved, I’m having a little bit of trouble meeting his


    eyes. I can’t seem to erase the feeling of his hands on my legs or the feeling of contentment that I felt


    from his attentions. I’m also just feeling straight up embarrassed that I caused a scene. I’m also sort of


    concerned that if I meet Harry’s gaze, he’s going to realise exactly how I was feeling and he’s going to


    be able to see the attraction I feel. That would be terrible. It’s one thing when he thinks his magic isn’t


    affecting me, that I’m not lusting after him all the time like so many women do. But if he knew… he


    would use it against me. I don’t know how, I don’t even know if it would be intentional. But if he knew


    just how much I want him, I doubt he would ever back off. He would keep pushing, keep hinting and


    asking and wanting to know why I’m NOT throwing myself at him. I could do it. I could cave in and fall


    into his arms and bed and it would probably be amazing. But it would end. Eventually he would get


    bored of me and move on and I’m not sure I could do the same. I enjoy having him. as a friend and I


    enjoy hispany. If I have to keep him wanting to keep his attention then that’s the way it has to be.


    I’m going to be walking a fine line going out with him. I’m sure he knows that I’m attracted to him at


    least a little, but I don’t think he knows how much and I want to keep it that way. As a type of apology, I


    take him a drink, a decent one that he might actually like. He sips at it and then stares at the ss, as if


    waiting for it to catch fire or something. I forgot how weird he is when I give him actual nice drinks.


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    “There’s nothing wrong with it. I just thought you deserved a drink that doesn’t make you need


    mouthwash afterwards for once. I tell him.


    “So you’re trying to be nice… You’re not still upset with me?” he asks warily. I roll my eyes.


    “I told you I’m not. Are you going to be like this every time I try to be nice?” I say with augh. Harry


    shrugs.


    “Maybe, I’ve gotten used to you picking on me. It’s kind of like when a kid picks on someone they like. I


    see it as a sign of affection.” He says smugly. I narrow my eyes.


    “Well now I don’t want to make you awful drinks anymore. You’ll just see it as flirtatious.” It frown. Harry


    smirks at me.


    “Yeah, but if you’re nice I’m going to interpret that as you like me too.” He insists.


    “Then what am I meant to do?” Iugh.


    that you like me, obviously.” Harry states as if it’s the most simple thing in the world,


    and maybe to him it seems that way. But for me it isn’t.


    “I just want to confirm. You say you’re not upset but you’re still avoiding me. You’re not


    cancelling our ns for tomorrow… right?” He seems anxious again. I shake my head.


    “I’m not cancelling.” I promise.