Matrimony | H.S.

Chapter 23

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It had been two months and twenty-five days since my surgery, and it was a Friday. In other words, we had finally reached the end of three months.

Some days I'd thought we'd never get to see the day, and I'd told Harry exactly that. I'd never in my life told another guy I wanted to have sex with them as much as I'd told Harry. In the beginning, I had thought my constant pressure was affecting him and he'd soon fold, but nope. Harry was nothing if not in control of his emotions.

He had slept right next to me every night without me having to ask for it again. If I went to bed earlier than him, he always found his way into my bed, but he hadn't touched me the way I was dying for him to touch me again. He said no and nothing else.

I came back down to earth when Sally snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"Are you here?"

"Yes. Yes, sorry. I just got distracted. What were you saying about Owen again?"

Owen was currently in the kitchen so there was no way for him to hear us, but Sally still leaned in closer. "I think he likes me."

"I thought he wasn't talking to you."

"Technically he isn't."

I laughed. "Your logic scares me sometimes."

A couple walked in hand in hand so we had to break up our little gossip bubble. Suddenly, I wasn't so sure if it had been a good idea to give the go-ahead to Sally about Owen. I kinda felt sorry for him.

As I got the orders of the newcomers and cut two pieces of apple pie for them, Sally prepared one cappuccino and one macchiato. They picked up their orders and sat down at the last table available in the left part of the coffee shop.

"I'm thinking of getting two or three more tables. Most days we barely have any space left, and I think we can easily squeeze in three more—one more on this side, maybe even two, and another two on the other side."

Sally leaned her elbows on the counter, humming. "I think you're right. Ever since that blogger posted about us on Instagram, we've started getting even more customers, and even if they don't come in, they keep taking photos outside the front door."

Right then the bell chimed and our heads turned that way.

"Harry!" I called out, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, and he paused in the doorway. Half of the customers who didn't have their earbuds in turned to look at me.

Ignoring Sally's snort and chuckle, I gave the customers an apologetic smile and rushed to Harry's side as he closed the door and met me halfway. I was half running, half trying to appear like I wasn't running at all, and he was just walking, in no hurry.

"What's going on?" He asked with an arched eyebrow and a suspicious look around the coffee shop. Even that look and that lifted brow turned me on. To be honest, lately, everything Harry did turned me on.

He'd give me a look, a strong look that said he didn't find me amusing at all, and I'd become a puddle on the ground. It was becoming a thing for me.

"Come, come." I reached for his hand and when he linked our fingers together, my smile turned up a notch, making me look like an idiot. I didn't mind it at all.

"Hello, Sally." Harry said as I took him behind the counter.

Still with that knowing grin on her face, Sally waved at him. She thought I'd scored with Harry. I thought so too.