Chapter 2

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by filipinafairy

by filipinafairy

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Is the time Harry would be back.
He takes off his shirt and jeans, throwing them on a chair to make it seem he had been with her all night.

Harry lies next to her, exhausted.
He rests his curly head against hers, an arm wrapped around her small torso.
His skin is warm,
held too long by another.
The smell of perfume Jasmin doesn't where, lingered.
It's so strong.

Jasmin turns to face him and whispers, "Good morning" with a forced smile.
Harry returns the gesture, kissing her nose.
Jasmin's brown eyes read his olive ones.
It looks sad, empty.
It matched hers.

Jasmin gets up, but Harry's arms hold her down quickly.

"I'm going to make breakfast," she chuckled.
"No," he smiled, his eyes closed and dimples prominent. "Stay a while, please."

"Okay," she gives in and lies in his arms, her head below his chin.

If only she could beg him to stay at midnight.