VENUS & MARS [MPREG ENG VERSION]

MUSEUM TOUR

| CHAPTER VII |

We left the building and together we walked through the streets of London without any certain destination. We were just two people trying to enjoy our well-deserved vacation. How bad could it be if we did it together?

I had no idea that Harry was such a kind, lovely and funny person. He had something unique that I haven't seen in other people. Extremely friendly and stylish, he wore jeans and a white T-shirt that fit perfectly with his fashionable green jacket. Even the simplest clothes made him look like a supermodel. Harry had some feminine touches in his body, not the usual male type. While his arms and chest were muscles, his body wore beautiful curves that could make any girl envious.

The first place we decided to go was a bookstore called Waterstones, at Trafalgar Square. The place smelled like new paper and brought me back to high school nostalgia.

Harry walked around the shelves of poetry books and seemed very interested in reading each of them.

"I could already imagine... a lover of poetry." I said, while walking to watch him take one of the books off the shelf.

"Are you the type of guy who judges a book by its cover?" he said looking at my face.

"Yeah, kind of. Especially if the cover had no personality." I joked, making him laugh.

"Ok, so I'll buy the book with the most "no personality" cover and I'll give it to you as a gift."

I laughed because I thought he didn't take it seriously, but he did.

Harry gave me this book called "Morning Poetry". The cover was old, dusted with red, and really ugly. But he promised that the real beauty was inside that book, not outside.

I take this as a challenge, so I started finding another book of poetry whose cover was more like Harry. With personality. Maybe something green that reminded me of his eyes, or golden brown tones that reminded me of his curls. I was looking for something beautiful, just like him.

"I think I found something that looks like you." I said when I came over and I saw him holding two new books in his hand.

"Shall I see them?"

As soon as Harry picked up the book, I saw his eyes light up in front of that beautiful cover. It was somewhat covered with leather, with few details of gold and butterflies that seemed to have been painted by hand. And the title, written in curved lettering, said: "Things I Wish I Could Tell Him."

"It's Beautiful!" He had a big smile on his face. "Well, if this sounds like me, thank you for the compliment."

We both smiled every time we looked at each other. I wanted to say something, agree that he was truly beautiful, but I didn't have the courage to say it. Words would not come easily, and with this came silence. The silence remained as we bought the books and left the bookstore.