𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 // 𝐇.𝐒.

46.

"No... I mean, in a few? Just stay in bed for a bit longer."

For a moment, I assumed he was going to invite himself into my shower. I didn't think he would ask me to stay in bed. This was different for him. I sense the shyness—or the embarrassment—exuding from him when I don't react as quickly. But I then whisper, "Okay."

Inserting myself into the position I woke up in, I wrap an arm around Harry's torso as he lies and serves an arm as a pillow for my head. I feel myself comfortably mold into him, erasing the awkwardness I thought would come from this sudden cuddle. When his finger played with my hair, I relaxed.

"Did you sleep okay?" Harry asks.

"Mhm," I hum, letting my eyes shut. "I slept really well actually... Especially after that."

He chuckles and without opening my eyes, I grin. My hand begins to roam across his chest just to feel at his skin. "After what, darling?" he plays dumb and I scrunch my nose after the pet name that slipped from his mouth.

"You know what," I mumble, stopping my hand from exploring his abdomen when I feel fingertips against my scalp.

Massaging at the back of my head, he brings lips closer to my forehead. He kisses it then mumbles, "Was it the facesitting or the rough fuck that helped you sleep well?"

I hold my breath the moment he makes me recall last night's memories in my mind behind my closed eyes. I don't even want to open them. Looking at him might just make me want to have him all over again.

"I'm talking to you, babe."

Babe. Sounding so foreign from his lips, I think I felt something inside of me flip. Finally, I open my eyes. "Both," I answer.

He drags out a hum. "As much as I enjoyed drowning in that sweet little—"

My hand finds his mouth. I cover it, attempting to seal his filthy mouth, when I feel the heat form in my cheeks—and maybe between my legs, too. "Harry, it's like... seven in the morning."

With his free hand, Harry lifts my hand over his mouth. "And?" There's a smirk spreading across his face when he says, "I'm just trying to tell you about my favorite part of the night. Would you let me?"

"What was your favorite part of the night, Harry?" I ask with fake annoyance behind my tone. I find myself suddenly wanting to know what he plans to say.

"Taking care of you," he says which has caused me to raise eyebrows at him. "Then watching you sleep... that kind of thing."

Who the hell is this guy?

I'm trying to hold back a grin as I watch my finger drag across his collarbone. "Creep," I whisper, finally lifting my head. "Watching me sleep was your favorite part of the night?" I shift, finding myself climbing on top of him. I then rest my chin above his chest.

Looking down at me, he hums. "Is that weird? I mean, for me it was comforting to know you were safe."

Pressing my lips together, I'm not sure how to respond to that. I close my eyes then turn my head to let my cheek rest above his chest instead. It's when I hear the thumping. I focus on his beating heart rather than the overworking thoughts in my head that want to ruin this moment.

However, it was my pang of hunger that ruined the moment. My stomach growled and I tightened the core muscles of my stomach with a small laugh. "Sorry," I say and lift my body to hover over him. "I'm going to take a shower now."

"And maybe after we can have breakfast?" he suggests.

With a smile, I nod. "Then the beach?" I add. "I've been wanting to go to the beach."