She thought
She had him fooled
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Harry POV
“My toes are numb,” Shelly marveled with a blissful smile, pulling away from Harry and falling on the side of her bed. She pulled the think blankets up to cover her bare chest, her head falling back against the pillow, eyes drifting closed. “That was amazing.”
Harry was lying on his side of the bed, wearing only his boxers, his dark emerald eyes gazing up at the ceiling above. He was slowly getting transfixed by the slow-moving fan, going around and around and around.
Shelly spent a few moments regaining her breath before she moved close to Harry again, her eyes opening to stare at his handsome face. “Want me to return the favor, babe?”
“No, it’s fine.” He replied, his eyes flickering to hers for a moment.
“Are you sure?” He felt her hand touch him through his boxers; he knew he was hard and he knew he wanted release, but he didn’t want her.
“Just get some rest, sweetheart.” Harry replied in a low mumble, easing her hand off of his crotch and leaning over to kiss her on her forehead. “I know you must be tired.”
“I am.” She let out a content sigh and shuffled back to her side, pulling the covers up even more to get comfortable. “Are you staying here tonight?”
“Yeah, but I’ll probably leave before you wake up. I have a meeting tomorrow.” Harry pulled back the covers to throw his bare legs out over the edge of the bed, pulling up his arm to check the time on his watch. It was only 10:30PM.
“Hm, okay. Where are you going?”
“I’m just going to get a glass of water.” He didn’t want to sound snappy, but her constant inquiring was starting to get on his nerves. “I’ll be back.”
He didn’t even bother putting pants on before he left the room, closing the door fully behind her. The lights were off in the house, all except for the kitchen light, and he quietly ventured off into the living room, searching for a single light switch. He found one in front of the patio doors, and lights strewn across the living room, seeming to give it life.
He set out to work immediately.
He found drawers and rummaged through them; there was leftover change that he didn’t care about, grocery shopping lists, CD’S, DVD’s, DVD cases. But all the drawers he looked through didn’t have what he was looking for.
They’ve got to be around here somewhere.
Harry straightened up and ran a hand through his hair, feeling his curls slightly ruffled from Shelly running her hands through it. He really wished she would take those bloody fake nails off—to him, they were disgusting and annoying. He didn’t know why women loved those things so much and found them ‘pretty.’
He walked slowly around the living room, peering on shelves, trying to find portraits, but there was nothing. They had to have family portraits, didn’t they? It was typical for everyone to have them lying around, especially if they had children.
So where were they?
Harry headed back into the kitchen to fill his cup of water; he took a long sip, quenching his dry throat and leaned back against the counter, his eyes staring thoughtfully at the floor.
