Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 27: Twitter Confessions and Wet Underwear

Extra special shout out to dirtyyarn for tracking down the above Harry gif I was frantically searching for...thank you love! xo

Beth's POV

I walk into my bedroom and turn both the lamps on the bedside tables on.

My palms feel sweaty, hell, my whole body feels sweaty after what just happened on the couch with Harry.

I can hear him fumbling around downstairs and I can't help but smile.

Cause that's what he makes me do.

Smile.

Now I can hear him bounding up the stairs and he walks into the bedroom carrying a plate of cookies, two water bottle and his prized kissing voucher.

Bless him.

Maybe I should have laminated them.

"Got enough cookies there?" I smile at him.

"Yeah, I even remembered to grab the ones for Santa," he whispers and taps his nose again.

"That would explain your milk moustache," I point out to him.

Bless his cotton socks, he drank Santa's milk.

He wipes at his mouth and smiles shyly.

"Do...do you have a preference which side you sleep on?" he asks me.

"I don't, but I'll take the left just because it's closest to the door," I suggest, "I rather the kids jump on me in the morning that you."

"I wouldn't mind, but I'm happy with whatever," Harry says and walks around to the right side of the bed.

I walk over and close the bedroom door and come back to the bed.

Harry looks at me with a questioning glance.

"I can't sleep with lights, and Chloe likes a light on, somewhere," I explain, "I need darkness."

We're now facing each other with just the bed between us.

I bite at my bottom lip; I can't help it.

"Do you want me to close my eyes?" Harry asks me, the gentleman coming out in him.

Yes, please.

So you can't see my wobbly bits, my cellulite and my scars and stretchmarks.

"No," I say, "again, it's just another first with someone who's not my husband."

I cover my face in my hands and groan.

"I'm sorry Harry, I don't mean to keep bringing him up," I apologise.

Without realising he's moved, it's not until I feel his hands on my wrists and he gently pulls them away from my face.

"Let's talk in bed yeah?" he says before he kisses my forehead.

I nod my head in agreement.

We begin to undress until we're both in our underwear.

I'm doing the respectable thing and keeping my gaze at Harry's chest or above.

I wish I could say the same for Harry.

He's blatantly looking me up and down and not trying to hide it at all.

"Stop it!" I smile and lightly slap his arm as I go over to the drawers and pull out a singlet and pop it on. I reach behind me and unhook my bra before pulling my arms through the straps and then I throw it on the floor with the rest of our clothes.