crescent [h.s]

12

Aurora Adler

Harry sat on the toilet seat as I showered.

It didn't hit me until I stepped in the fogged up shower box, that that's the first time he's seen me naked.

I honestly forgot.

And that's why I'm currently taking the longest shower of my life. The conditioner has been in for at least 10 minutes, and I've scrubbed my body with my coconut scented body wash more times than I can count.

I draw a little peep box on the glass, trying to see if he's watching me or not. His eyes are staring at the glass. But not at me. He's staring at her. 

After finally washing the remaining product out of my hair, I pull my towel down from the side of the shower door, wrapping it round myself– knotting it at the top, before shutting off the shower and stepping out.

When I finally make my way out, I immediately feel light headed, the excessive heat of the shower hitting me. Needing to cool off, I open the bathroom door and walk over to my bed– not paying attention to anything other than the incessant need to cool down.

Laying flat on my back, my arms down by my side and my legs hanging off the bed, I sense Harry standing in front of me, my thoughts being confirmed when he places his hands on my knees.

Instant butterflies. Real ones.

I just want him to kiss me.

I understand why he's making us wait again. But when you've had something that comes so close to perfection that you aren't sure if you're even alive, or if it's an aspect of heaven... well when that gets taken away from you... it suddenly becomes the largest craving of your life.

And I don't know what I have to do in order to get it back.

His warm voice that soothes me like no other echos around the room as he almost whispers out a question, "Are you okay, beautiful?"

I nod, "Too much steam."

He hands slip up from my knees to my lower thighs, squeezing as he moves his hands up and down my red legs. When the movement stops, and the comfort that exudes off Harry leaves, my eyes snap open in fear of him leaving.

But he hasn't left.

He's only walked over to open a window.

My eyes follow his movements, smiling crazily as I see his button lip jut out the smallest amount as he focuses on trying to open the large windows in front of my bed. When he finally manages to press the button in that releases the lock on the window, a light, proud, smile washes over him before turns and walks back over to me.

His smile expands when he sees me watching, an electric shock running through me when his hands rest on my knees again.

I know I should get up.

I know I need to smother my entire body in moisturiser.

But I really can't be bothered.

I shut my eyes in brief sorrow, before ever so slightly starting to sit up. A squeeze to my knees has me opening my eyes, looking up at Harry who's standing in front of my legs. He shakes his head and his fingers smooth over my knee caps, them cascading down the length of my knee and lower thigh area, "Hey, why are you getting up? Relax, Aurora. You're boiling.. I don't want you to pass out on me."

I shake my head in protest, "I- I need to moisturise the bump. I can't forget."

His head briefly turns to the side, looking at the tub of pregnancy moisturiser and oil resting on top of my nightstand. When his face looks back at me, he has a questioning gleam in his eyes, "Can I do it?"