What's the code for your door love...
It's 5309, I wasn't lying to you the night of the ball I just was singing the whole song
He manages to be graceful enough to get us through the door and into the shower
Hey this seems familiar love
Yeah Harry, my shower is not any bigger than the one in your room
I don't think I can manage after a 9-mile hike today, but we will revisit this I promise
Running my hands down his back kneading the muscles slightly, kissing his chest, You about ready to get out of here darling?
We leave the bathroom and make my way through my apartment to the bedroom
Harry throws on a pair of athletic shorts and towel drys his hair, his unruly curls sweeping over his forehead and he fights to keep them out of his eyes.
taking a few minutes to blow dry my damp hair as he watches me from the bed, propped up on my pillows, eyes raking over me "Come to bed Rav" he shouts over the dryer
Rolling my eyes "you are bossy all of a sudden, but I think you just need to lay back and relax, H"
You like it when I'm bossy Rav,
True but....Grabbing his wrists I place each inside the iron scrollwork of my headboard the swirls almost making a circle, and whisper "stay put, you are still in control. I reach into my armoire and pull out a chiffon scarf and gently lay it across his eyes, remember you can move or take the scarf off anytime