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Chapter 56

The dimples on your cheeks
Yeah, they swallow me up
And I'm lost on your body
Because you're making it rough
Tracing the ink on your skin in my mind

– Halsey, S.O.S

. . . .

Harry's back muscles push and pull against his skin as he bends down, picking up his battered and beaten left shoe then sliding it over his foot. He stands up and rubs his hands on his shorts.

"I'll be outside mowing the lawn," he announces.

"It's boiling outside. Are you sure you want to?"

"The grass looks like shit."

"Fine. Have fun out there while I'll be in here in the nice, cool house."

"You're so funny. You know what would be hilarious?"

"You being locked out of the house?" I lean against the dresser.

He rolls his eyes and throws his t-shirt at me. "I'll be back in a half an hour."

After a while of sitting in the lonely bedroom, I walk out and stand by the front window in the living room where I have a perfect view of Harry's sexy, sweaty body pushing the lawnmower across the front garden. His calves look great in the shorts he has on. His biceps are unintentionally flexing and his naked chest is glistening.

Once he finishes up the last strip of tall grass, he abandons the mower by the side of the house and makes his way towards the front door, but before he can twist the knob, I bolt the lock shut and he jiggles the frozen handle. 

I smirk at him through the window beside the door and lean against the wall.

"Violet fucking Thomas, open the door right now."

"Do you not remember our discussion from earlier? You think I wasn't serious about that?"

He looks just a tad bit peeved off, but he knows I won't keep him out there for entirely too long.

"Violet, please. I'm sweating my ass off."

I can just barely see the curve of his cute little butt in his shorts and I grin at him. "It's not like there's much to lose in the first place."

"Violet, please."

"I don't think so."

He exhales heavily and runs a hand through his short hair. "I'm going to put the mower away, and when I'm done, this goddamn door better be open."

He walks away from the door, and I see him push the mower towards the back of the house. After a couple of minutes he doesn't come up to the door, but then a pair of hands are placed on my hips and his lips are on my neck. 

"How did you get in?" I whip around to face his grinning smile.

"There's a door in our bedroom, sweetheart."

"Damn it."

"Why'd you want to lock me out, anyway?"

"I like seeing you have zero power."

He pulls me in the direction of the house to lay on top of him. He kisses me a couple of times. "I would consider letting you be in charge if we could move this onto the bed...or we could stay right here."

"Let's shower first and then we'll see where it goes." I push myself off of him and combine my hand with his.

We both know that us showering together is not an ideal option to keep our hands off of each other. It's always been that way and he knows that no matter what we would do, one would end up on top of the other.