Chapter Forty-two

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I noticed that I always seem to wake up before Harry does. It surprises me because I like to sleep in late, but I think he could sleep all day if I let him.

On the bright side, I always get to steal his shirt. Don’t ask me why, but it seems that he has the softest shirts ever…and they smell like him. Is it weird that I like how he smells? That sounds so strange when I think about it.

I made my way into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Once I was done with that, I brushed my hair and went into the kitchen to make coffee.

Harry woke up whilst I was making the coffee. I only knew because I saw the light in the bedroom turn on.

“Do you care if I use your toothbrush?” Harry asked from the bathroom.

“I think there’s one under the sink that was an extra,” I called back as I stood on my tiptoes to get two mugs out of the cabinet.

This apartment literally came with everything except for my clothes and food. I don’t know why my father feels the need to spoil me with such a nice apartment, but maybe that’s his way of trying to make up for not being there for me my whole life. Whatever the reason is, I’m just glad that I’m not sleeping on the street.

I poured the coffee into both cups, but left one plain for Harry. I’m not a person that does all the extra cream and extra sugar crap, I just add a pack or two of sugar and that’s it.

I leaned my back against the counter with my hands around the mug. One was through the handle and holding onto the side, the other rested on the opposite side. The warmth of the cup seems to relax me in the morning for whatever reason.

Harry walked into the kitchen and smirked at me when he saw I was wearing his shirt. He came over to me and put his hands on my hips, leaning down and placing his lips on mine. His mouth tasted like mint and thankfully I hadn’t drunk any of my coffee yet. I blindly placed the mug on the counter beside me so I could put my arms around his neck as the kiss deepened. I was hoisted up onto the countertop, Harry standing in between my legs as my hands went to his jaw. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine.

“Well, that’s one way to say good morning,” I commented.

He smiled and pecked my lips, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I smiled.

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