the song for this chapter is, "Season of the Witch," by Donovan :)
Finley
Harry had actually managed to show enough human decency to make me a smoothie and give me some toast for breakfast. Normally, I probably would have copped an attitude and critiqued his smoothie making skills, but I was far too hungry to give him any lip.
He made me eat my breakfast upstairs while he took an absurdly long shower, and after I was done eating, I changed into my clothes, the same pair of black faux leather high waisted skinny jeans and the grey sweater that I had worn yesterday. I pulled on my white sneakers and began to tie the laces, when the bathroom door opened, my eyes flicking up to see Harry shamelessly walking out with his towel barely wrapped around his waist, the deep v lines on his lower abdomen practically beckoning my eyes to take a glance.
"Took you long enough," I muttered to distract from the fact that I had been staring.
Harry walked over to his dresser, bending over it and propping one hand against the top of it, and using the other to yank open various drawers, his back muscles rippling underneath his skin with every movement that he made.
"You should know by now that I like to take my time with things," he replied suggestively, referencing his insane stamina in the bedroom.
"Oh, so is that what you were doing when I beat you in that race?" I hummed back, a smirk spreading on my lips as he slammed the drawer he had been rifling through shut.
"You're lucky I can't kill you," he muttered, tossing the clothes he had pulled out from the drawers onto the top of the dresser.
"You've had plenty of chances," I shrugged, crossing my legs over one another from my seat at the end of the bed. "I'm starting to think you like me a little bit."
Harry tilted his head back and let out a large breath through his nose, pinching his eyes shut, before lowering his head and shifting his body to face me.
A cheeky grin appeared on his face, which was never a good sign, and before I knew it, he had dropped his towel completely to the floor, revealing both he and his manhood in all of their glory.
"What the hell, Harry?" I choked out, my hands flying up to cover my eyes. It was nothing that I hadn't seen before, and while it was quite the sight, that didn't mean it was something that I wanted to see again.
Faint chuckles fell off of his lips, and a few minutes later, I jolted slightly as I felt a hand on each of my wrists, prying my hands away from my face.
My eyes remained pinched shut for a few seconds before I finally decided to take a chance and. open them again, revealing Harry smirking down at me, this time, wearing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers.
"Don't act like you didn't like that. You can hate me all you want, but you know damn well that I'm the best sex you've ever had," he quipped arrogantly.
"Ditto, kiddo," I fired back with a sarcastic smile on my face, my hands still being held on either side of my head by Harry's large ones wrapped around my wrists. Before I could stop myself, my eyes flitted over to his right wrist to further examine the tattoo that had caught my eye in the gym.
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