DEVIANT [H.S.]

47 - Aftermath

One Month Later

Harry

When I open my eyes in the morning, I'm entangled with Serena.

Her bare chest is pressed against my back and our legs are trapped with each other's. Her arm is draped over my body, a small hand resting on the center of my chest.

The slightest movement of my leg causes her to rustle awake.

"I don't want to get up," She mumbles on the back of my neck, the shape of her lips seared there.

"Baby, we have to. It's an important day."

"I know, but why do we have to get up so early?" She asks as I slide out of her grasp, standing up and searching the room for a pair of boxers.

There's no doubt Serena is getting a good view of my ass from behind at the moment.

I scan the floor and can't find what I'm looking for, leaving myself naked. Ah, what the hell.

I turn around and waltz over to the goddess lying bare in bed. "So we can take our time to get ready. I'm going to shower and I want you to join me."

Her tired face wakes up instantly and I can feel excitement radiating from her skin as she takes my hand and I lead her to the bathroom, starting the shower before looking at her again.

Serena's hair is tangled and a bit wild and there's purple and red love bites all over her body, reminding me of all that happened last night.

After I woke up from my coma, even before I went under, I wanted to see how much Serena truly cared for me.

I needed something to validate her feelings. When you live a life full of death and loss and instability, you can't help but want to be sure that what you're in is good for the long run.

When I woke up, it pained me what I had to do. It would break my angel's heart over and over again until the pieces were no longer pieces. But I did it.

I pretended to forget who she was.

A dick move that I regret.

I watched as darkness over took her and she crumbled in front of me in agony. Trust me, it's a sight I never want to see again. I still remember the anger she lashed out on me and I deserved every inch of it.

What I did made her believe she had failed when in reality, she succeeded. What I did made her believe the only person who she ever truly loved was gone. That's something that cannot be forgiven right away.

It took Serena a while to come around. That time made my love for her grow even more exponentially. I was there through every tear, every shove, every argument, and I wouldn't have traded it for anything.

Watching her build herself up again is the most courageous thing I've ever witnessed. Serena transformed herself into a more confident and loving person. And as a result, I felt compelled to show her how much I truly loved her.

Last night, our two bodies became one for the first time, moving together and expressing emotion in ways words couldn't contain. It was the best night of my life. And looking at Serena right now as she stands so beautiful and bare before me makes me want to latch myself onto her for the rest of my days.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asks quizzically, raising an eyebrow.

I place my hands on either side of her face and look deep into her eyes, my green swimming through her brown. My lips hover on top of hers lazily. "Because you're beautiful."