earned it [h.s.]

18.

Monaco part 2 babyyyy

Harry.

"You're getting sunburnt." I spoke softly, snapping Genevieve out of her thoughts. She had her eyes softly closed while lounging on the sunbed by the pool, one leg bent and the other stretched out.

Genevieve blinked her eyes open and turned her head to face me, staring for a few seconds before she exhaled a breath, "Oh." She glanced down herself to see what I was talking about, poking her finger into her tummy a few times to see the damage, "Could you hand me the sunscreen?"

I knew my comment did a shit job at hiding the fact that I had been staring at her for the past few minutes. Intently enough to see a soft glow of red forming on her tummy from the harsh sun here in Monaco. We Brits weren't really accustomed to temperatures and UV-rays like this, so sun protection was essential.

I hummed and turned around, reaching for the bottle of sunscreen behind me. Drawing a breath, I opened it up, "Need me to do it?" I asked for no particular reason, avoiding her eyes in shame that I was blatantly flirting with her.

Again.

"It's my stomach." Genevieve responded and I could hear the smile in her voice, "I think I'll manage."

My lips twitched up in a small grin and I nodded before handing her the bottle, "Right." Another blush rose up my neck when she took the sunscreen from my hand, fingers grazing together, "Thank you."

I couldn't even look away if I tried. I watched when she pushed the sunglasses up in her hair, her eyes squinting for a brief second to adapt to the sudden brightness of the shining sun. Her hair was shiny and golden in the rays of light, accentuating the natural shade of blonde that was up in a messy bun on top of her head right now. She squirted some sunscreen in her palm, closing the cap on the bottle before putting it down and then spreading the product between her two hands.

I was such a fucking weak dickhead of a man when it came to her. I didn't even know where her power came from or why it affected me so much, but I turned into a puddle with every conversation or look we shared and I was driving myself insane with my behaviour.

My eyes followed her every move when she moved her hands over her tummy with concentration. She massaged in the product and then sat up a little straighter to move onto her legs. The position made rolls appear in her tummy, the softness of her body on display. It was adorable.

She glanced up at me once she finished, wiping her hands on the towel. I blushed once more when she caught me staring at her for the hundredth time and I rolled my lips inside my mouth, getting up to my feet, "You want to get back into the water for a bit? 'M burning up." I suggested.

I used the back of my hand to wipe sweat away from my forehead, partly from being in the sun and partly from doing this back and forth game with Genevieve constantly. I was flirting. And no matter how hard I tried to stop or how I tried to convince myself that this was wrong, the less I seemed to care.

Genevieve nodded thought at my words and also got up her feet, fixing the strap of her yellow triangle bikini. I near had a heart attack when we were by the pool and she undid those shorts. It was like everything moved in slow motion when she dragged the denim down the full of her thighs, revealing a pastel yellow bikini that hugged her perfectly and barely covered her up.

I exhaled a shaky breath and needed cooling down, so I ran up to the pool and dove in. The water was an instant refreshment for both my body and my brain, and by the time I got up to the surface I had told myself to man up and respect my wedding vows, which meant I had to stop ogling this woman and imagine her in all different positions in my bed, and that I had to think of Blair.