Harry
Harry never believed in shows like Heaven for Two. He didn't believe in fate, or coincidences, much less in finding something real on an island surrounded by cameras. I wasn't looking for anyone. I didn't need anyone. Until he saw her. From the moment she set foot on the island, something tensed inside him. It was not a passing attraction, it was an immediate, almost dangerous certainty. His gaze stared at her longer than it should, as if her body had reacted before her mind. Harry knew it effortlessly: she would be someone very important in his life, perhaps, his entire life. Harry didn't smile. He didn't need it. His eyes spoke for him: intense, attentive, full of interest. For the first time, he wasn't assessing whether someone was enough for him... She was wondering if he would be enough for her. The island ceased to be a program. The cameras ceased to exist. From that moment on, Harry wasn't there for a favor. I was there for her.
About Harry
Harry never believed in shows like Heaven for Two. He didn't believe in fate, or coincidences, much less in finding something real on an island surrounded by cameras. I wasn't looking for anyone. I didn't need anyone. Until he saw her. From the moment she set foot on the island, something tensed inside him. It was not a passing attraction, it wa...Read more