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Chapter 74

The summer's wild
And I've been waiting for you all this time
I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me?

– Lana Del Rey, Salvatore

. . . .

After hauling all of the stuff back into the house before everyone woke up, we slipped upstairs into our bedroom as quietly as possible to not wake everyone else up. The sun had already risen—a beautiful vibrant pink and orange exploding over the sea. After the colors faded into pale blues and the sun rose even further, we decided it was time go.

Despite the wind that whipped at our cheeks, we still had each other's body heat and the countless blankets to keep us warm. Thankfully, the tide didn't come close to us over the course of the night.

I woke up to a naked Harry from the waist down under the covers beside mine. His droopy eyes waited for my eyes to open after however long he had been up. His thumb stroked over my cheek for minutes until I woke up.

Now we're still under the covers, in our bed, with the screen door open and the morning breeze billowing the curtains around precariously.

"Thank you for last night." I repetitiously run my fingers through his soft hair.

"Anytime. That was probably the most fun I've had in years." 

I hear a tiny creak behind us and when I turn my head, Lilly's big eyes are looking in from the slightly opened door.

"Come in, love."

She runs in with her pink pajamas with her stuffed bear dangling from her hand by the ear. Harry hoists her up into his lap then lets her crawl into the barricade of blankets with us. Her hair is insane—sticking up and out in every which way. Harry's was like that before he cut it.

The three of us lie in bed for the next hour or so before he decides that he's going to be the one to get a shower first. I brush my teeth and comb my hair at the bathroom sink. When he shuts off the water, he reaches out for a towel and wraps it around his waist. His hair and body still dripping wet, he presses me against the countertop.

"Mm, I love you."

His lips tickle my skin below my jaw, and when I think he's going to be sexy and have it leading to him ripping his towel off, he lays his sloppily wet tongue against my skin and licks a fat stripe up the side of my face.

"Ew, Harry." I tug on part of his towel and wipe his nasty saliva from my face.

"Maybe I'll give you the real thing later." He grins and nudges me aside to get to the door to shut it part ways, then drops the towel and pulls his boxers up his legs.

"What? Are you going to spit on me?"

"That's degrading. I would never do that to you."

Standing beside him, we push one another with our hips back-and-forth as I'm trying to wash my hands and he's brushing his teeth.

"What are we doing today?" I ask.

"It's something that each of us will despise."

I furrow my eyebrows at him as he spits the minty foam in the sink. "What?"

"We're doing something that I want, something that you want, and something that Lilly wants to do, and I guarantee you'll hate what I have picked out."

He just stands there and devilishly grins at me as I ask, "What do you have picked out?"

. . . .

"Golf?" I try to hide the bored expression on my face as we walk into the really nice country club. Men in their late twenties to late seventies scatter the rooms with young employees dressed in sleek white uniforms carrying water trays and champagne flutes without spilling a drop. Tan tiled floors spread across a vast room, a single chandelier winding down from the ceiling with gold fixtures on the furniture and hidden inside the detailing of the banisters of the stairs.