ambit. [hs au]

Chapter 58

When I wake up, it feels like it's only a minute later, but the storm has stopped and the room is dark, so I guess I've been out for at least a couple of hours.

I fell asleep with my face on Harry's chest, but now I'm hugging a pillow. Blinking the haze of sleep away, I turn around on the bed, searching for him, but his spot is empty by my side.

That's when I notice the sound coming from the en-suite bathroom.

The shower is on. Again. It doesn't make sense, considering he showered just before we came to bed.

Maybe he's feeling ill? Running a fever or something like that? He was so on edge before, it wouldn't be surprising if his nerves took a toll on his body.

Scrambling off the bed, I pull the bathrobe closer to my body, redoing the knot around my waist, and tip-toe towards the bathroom. The door is closed, a clear indication that whatever he's doing inside, he's expecting to do it privately.

With my hand on the doorknob, I hesitate - maybe I should just give him space and wait for him.

Nodding to myself, I turn on the balls of my feet, ready to go back to the bed, but then, I hear it; a soft, low whimper that sounds nothing like him, and my hand is back to the doorknob, turning it open before I can even register what I'm doing.

At least, the door isn't locked.

I step into the bathroom, looking around in search of him, a terrifying thought just popping in my mind - what if he's taking a shit and only turned on the shower to cover the noise? That would be so fucking traumatizing.

Thankfully, I find him standing under the hot stream of water, not even near the toilet, his back turned on me so I can't see his face.

His shoulders are a little tensed up, causing his back muscles to pop underneath the tattooed skin. One of his hands is leaning against the wall, over his head that's bowed down. My eyes follow the water droplets running down his spine, hypnotically so. His legs are slightly spread, ass muscles clenched. He's just so damn hot.

It's only as I take a step closer that I notice the movement of his other arm, followed by yet another whimper, and I finally realize what he's doing.

My mouth falls slack open, stomach churning and my throat suddenly feeling overly tight. The sight in front of me elicits a zing straight down to my core, the bathroom suddenly getting too hot. Maybe I should just go back to bed and give him some privacy, but, at the same time, I almost feel a little offended that he decided to get himself off alone when I was laying right next to him.

A low grunt falls from his lips and he throws his head back, lips parted, eyes closed, his chest heaving up and down, hand moving with more urgency and hips fucking forwards slightly. It brings a desperation to my heart, but at the same time, I'm frozen in place, my eyes glued to him and the way his body is moving.

A low grunt falls from his lips and he throws his head back, lips parted, eyes closed, his chest heaving up and down, hand moving with more urgency and hips fucking forwards slightly. It brings a desperation to my heart, but at the same time, I'm frozen in place, my eyes glued to him and the way his body is moving.

Suddenly, as if feeling my presence, Harry looks over his shoulder, eyes hooded and wet hair falling over his face, and when our gazes meet, I feel like deer caught in the headlights, while there's not a drop of embarrassment on his face for being caught beating his meat as he looks at me.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His voice is rusky, a deeper inflection to it.