Tenebrous [h.s]

Chapter 16

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This was the actual original cover for the book but we decided to change it. Anyways, enjoy.

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𝒵ℴℯ'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

After Harry's nightmare we fell back asleep, I made sure he fell asleep first and then stared at him for an hour before my nerves were eased enough for me to join him.

I woke up alone in his bed, wondering where the hell did he go until I heard water running. He was taking a shower. I decided to fall asleep again because I am extremely tired for some reason. I didn't get enough sleep I guess. I take a pillow and put it over my face because sunlight is not a friend of sleep.

I dozed off pretty quickly until someone started messing with me. First he took the pillow off of my face, then he proceeded to let his wet hair drip down my face. I refused to open my eyes and I forced the shit that I was covered with to go over my face, I turned over, so now my face was buried in the matress. I can imagine the devious smile he has on his face right now and it makes me want to slap him.

He pulled away and I sighed in relief, I don't want to get up, I'm still drowsy as hell.

Just when I think I got rid of him, I feel the bed dip, signaling that he is now laying in bed. I felt a breeze under the sheet which means he got in it too. A cold hand reached my neck and I shivered.

"Time to get up, Zoe." He says sheepishly which made my heart warm.

"No." I said, anger apparent in my voice.

"C'mon I'll make breakfast." Tempting indeed but then he lowered his cold hand from the nape of my neck to my back, drawing circles in the meantime. My skin was boiling at this point, the combination of the warmth of the sheets and the warmth of my blood due to my anger, have made my temperature go up.

I ignored him, choosing to prolong my resting time. He has to understand that no one interrupts my beauty sleep. Only my alarm which I intentionally turned off today. Both of our alarms.

I made sure he slept in, for whatever reason, I knew he needed it, it seemed like all of his power was drained after the nightmare.

I felt Harry's cold hands graze the skin on my back, sending trembles all over. He started drawing idle circles on my lower back. Out of nowhere he flipped me, my face peeling off of the sheets. That's it, I've had enough, I want to sleep for the love of god. I yelped and lunged for him, but he pinned me down and his body was in between my thighs in a matter of seconds. I choked out a breath when his mouth found my underwear. He breathed against it, earning a moan from me.

"What the hell are you doing?" I rasped, choking out another breath, his face still planted in between my legs.

His head rose just enough for me to register his sultry smirk and those eyes that conveyed nothing but lust.

"I'm getting my breakfast." I didn't dare to protest as he gave me a warning look.

Oh boy this is a great start to my day.

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After getting his breakfast, Harry stayed true to his word, by making me some. He made a traditional English breakfast, minus the beans. I enjoyed every single bite. He is a good cook too. Honestly, is there anything this man can't do?

Our day went by a breeze, we went to the headquarters to monitor the others but also do some research of our own. We were acting professionally.

 If we deemed professional Harry's touches, out in the open but not so obvious to others. He can't keep his hands to himself, but that's just the frenzy of the beginning of dating. It always goes away after the first month or so.