~Close your eyes and picture the warmth of the sun on your skin... that's how being loved by her felt~
Harry Styles is a nepotism baby turned new father, left clueless with a newborn baby to raise, he is overwhelmed and under pressure. Matters are...
IMPORTANT - so this chapter is entirely smut therefore if you are observing ramadan please do not read it. i have spoken to some friends who practice and i have done a bit of research so just like last year w/ bitter, i will add an author's note warning of any smut, nude activity, excessive swearing, drinking and detrimental violence (there is no violence but just in case)
let me know if there is anything else to be aware of, thank you <3
ramadan mubarak you beautiful people <3
October 28th
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"I'll race you, grumpy?"
Her words ring around me in the night as I watch her make her way towards the water's edge while stopping occasionally to peel another item of clothing from her body.
First, she stripped her white sundress from her body and lobbed it backwards onto the sand while I sit in awe.
The moonlight kisses her skin like liquid gold. The dimples in her back at the bottom of her spine are illuminated by the light as her hips sway with each teasing step closer to the gentle sea.
Turning back towards me, she digs her toes into the soft sand and swivels her hips with the most alluring smile resting on her pretty lips.
I watch with wide eyes as I watch her reach up towards her back and slowly unclasp her bra. It falls down the length of her arms with a snail-like speed that has me itching to go and rip it off her.
In a brave turn of events, I watch as Sunday smirks at me before flinging the bra in my direction. Just before it hits me in the face, I catch it and bring it down beside me so that I can admire her.
The shadows of her body are more accentuated in the dim lighting on the beach but I can't deny that even in this shitty light, she glows like an angel.
Fuck.
Her tits lay against her chest perfectly, practically perfect in every sense of the fucking word.
The moonlight reflects off the small bar that is shot through her left nipple, my eyes are immediately magnetised to it as she stands half-naked in front of me.
My fucking obsession with that damn nipple piercing is growing to an almost ludicrous amount these days.
Every time I see it, I get mesmerised all over again.
I'm half convinced that it has some sort of hypnotic powers because I fall into a dumb trance at the sight of it.
Shaking my head with a sly smirk, I watch her turn around and start to walk towards the water again, her hips sashaying in the most sinful way that nearly has me running in after her.
