Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 32: Little Harold and Skilled Tongues

Harry's POV

Back to bed for a 'lie down?'

What an excellent idea.

Must be code in Australia for 'getting down and dirty.'

And after the kiss we had before we went downstairs to see the kids, I know Beth is chomping at the bit as well to be back in here.

I'm down to my underwear and into the bed quicker than Niall telling you where the closest Nando's is.

Beth is only starting to undress, pulling her top off and now her pants. And she's bending over as she takes them off and I can see right down her top and her lovely tits are right there in my face. She pulls the covers back and now she's crawling on the bed and they're coming towards me.

I mean, she's coming towards me.

Beth lies down facing me and pulls the covers up over us and I am so ready for...her to close her eyes and go to sleep?

Hold the phone.

Where's Harry's hanky panky?

"Uh...Beth?" I whisper, "are you going to sleep?"

"That's what I'm trying to do," she replies.

But it's Christmas morning, and I've been a very good boy this year.

She can't be serious.

"So you're really going to sleep?" I ask again.

"I didn't stutter," she says, her eyes firmly closed.

She is serious.

"I thought you were kidding," I say before she finally opens her eyes up and looks at me.

"Well what did you think we'd be doing Harry?" she asks me.

Um...getting naked?

"I...I thought we might...you know..." I trail off, "I...well I was hoping...we might...kiss at least...maybe?"

"Oh, okay," Beth perks up.

Yes.

She leans over and gives me a quick kiss on the lips before she pulls away and I'm left kissing air.

No.

She pokes my dimple with her finger.

I swear to god she needs to leave it alone.

There are other places she could be poking that I'd much rather prefer.

"Let's catch up on some sleep eh?" she smirks before she bloody rolls over, her back now facing me.

I really am being left high and dry.

I sigh out loud, I'm not even going to try and hide my disappointment.

Then Beth reaches her arm out behind her and gently pats my thigh.

Ooh she does want me.

I scoot over so I'm cuddling right up to her from behind and I can smell the faint scent of mangoes on her skin and I nuzzle my nose into the back of her neck and I can feel her visibly shiver.

I'll give it one more try.

Just for little Harold's sake.

"Are you sure we're just going to sleep?" I whisper.

"Yes we are. Well at least I am, I need to catch up a little bit," she says and she's still very adamant about it.

Damn.