𝖎𝖓𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊.

017.

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IT WAS THE SAME AS BEFORE. Harry would be comfortable in bed with a pillow tucked between his thighs and
another bunched under his forearms to keep it steady for his head while Estella would be up playing her music from her cellphone flat on the marble surface of the kitchen island and preparing them breakfast. Only this time, and since she stayed the night and woke up in the afternoon, she whipped up a meal for lunch. Nothing but a robe over her naked body as she stirred the blue Koolaid in the glass pitcher as two glass cups filled with ice awaited on the side of their plates that already contained steaming food.

"Come back to bed." She gasped softly, jumping in her spot once his cold hands clasped around her hips, his voice mildly chopped proving to her he had just woken up. Estella smiled when he kissed behind her earlobe but rolled her eyes because she hated how he didn't make himself known verbally that he had entered the room unless he touched her. She was already paranoid and sneaking behind her didn't make things any better.

"I made lunch."

Harry hums. "Smells good. What is it?"

"Turn around and look." She giggled.

Harry opened his tired eyelids, never removing his hands from her warm skin to see the plates had been set with one of his favorite quick and easy meals; tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

"Awe, babe!" He clapped a hand down on her ass, making her squeal in shock. "You didn't have to. Too kind of you, ​babygirl​."

She blushes. "It only took 15 minutes."

"And you made blue Kool Aid?" He hissed. "Good girl."

Estella turned around, eyebrows furrowing, an awkward smile on her face. "What's up with you?"

"Just starving, and glad to have you back. I think I've become a sex addict because of you." He chuckled, scratching his bareback.

"That's not funny. People go through that."

"I'm serious."

"How come?"

"Baby, honestly, have you seen you? My goodness." He licks his lips.

"What do you like about me?" Her voice dropped an octave, throwing her arms around his neck and witnessing him smirk with satisfaction.

"Your eyes," he starts. "They're so beautiful. Your skin complexion is so stunning. You have zero acne you
lucky son of a bitch."

"Hey!" She laughed. "I like your acne. It makes you look pure."

"It makes me look like a teenager."

"Well I love it, it's a remembrance of your innocence."

"Yes, because we all know I'm corrupted."

"Stop it," she patted his chest. "Now let's eat before this gets cold."

Harry chomps down on his buttery sandwich. "Wanna be lazy today and watch Desperate Housewives?"

"Um, I got you into that show so if you mention it to anyone I take full credit." She sets a hand on her hip.

"Also, don't you have things to do today?"

"Are you trying to kick me out of my house so you could binge-watch it by yourself without me yelling at the TV?"

"No, and yes."

"Mhm," he narrows his eyes. "To be honest, a friend did invite me to a poetry slam café since he's in the city and I haven't seen him in a while."

Estella was dumbstruck. "You like poetry slam? I love poetry slam!"