LANA MASON
As soon as I feel Harry's arm retracting from my midsection, I reluctantly blink my eyes open a few times to be met with his dark bedroom. I breathe in and stretch my legs, reaching out to grab his forearm before he can get out of the bed. Squinting with one eye open, I smile at him as he turns to see me with a messy head of hair.
"Where are you going?" I whisper.
"To take a shower," he whispers back, leaning over to press his lips to my cheek.
"Mm," I try to come up with another response, but I can't keep my eyes open and I can't bring myself to speak as I already start to drift back to sleep.
I'm conscious enough that I can hear the pipes working in the wall for the duration of his shower, but I'm so warm and cozy, and his pillow is drenched in the masculine fresh and musky scent of his cologne and skin. It's a comforting smell and makes me wish I had the source of it in front of me when he walks back into the room in his towel. I can tell he's trying to be quiet, which is sweet. Everything he does is sweet.
"What time is it?" I croak out.
"It's just after four," he regrettably mumbles. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I pull his duvet further up over my shoulders. "But I wish you could stay."
"Me too," he pulls his trousers up over his black Calvin briefs. "You have no idea."
Once he's fully dressed, he comes to sit on the edge of the bed with one hand on the mattress on the other side of me. His gaze is soft and his eyes are sleepy as he inspects me with a small smile on his naturally raspberry-colored lips.
"I had a great time last night," he uses a gentle touch to move a piece of hair from my cheek. "I'm going to have a hard time focusing today."
I laugh and adjust my head on the pillow. "I had a great time, too. I can't wait to do it again...and again...and again."
He coughs out the cutest laugh as he leans in to kiss my lips, but I quickly hold the back of his neck before he can pull away. I can taste the minty toothpaste and mouthwash on him and it makes me wonder if he can taste my morning breath in comparison. If he can, he doesn't seem to care as he hums and deepens the kiss with one hand cupping both sides of my jaw. I'd give anything to go for a second round right now, but something tells me he's about to leave me for the rest of the day.
"I gotta go," he mumbles over my lips.
"Mm-mm," I lock my arms around his neck, feeling him smile into the next kiss.
"Have a good day, alright?" He kisses me again, right before I let him go. "I already can't wait to see you and Jane tonight. I'll try to make it back as early as I can."
"Okay," I reluctantly release his arm so he can stand upright. "Have a good day."
"Thank you," he smirks as he leans in for one last kiss, quickly pulling back before I can trap him in again.
Once I hear the front door close and the lock switches over, it takes me almost twenty minutes to fall back asleep with all the thoughts of last night floating around in my head. The sex was incredible, don't get me wrong, but there's a small part of me that almost enjoyed what came after the sex a bit more.
I was trying to be courteous, knowing that he had to wake up before the sun, but we were just talking about everything. He told me what it was like growing up in Manchester and how he wanted to be a professional football player before he wanted to be a chef, and I showed him pictures of the collection I designed and crafted in college. We kissed a lot and we worked each other up with teasing touches, which makes me all that more excited to share a bed with him again tonight and for the rest of the week.
