Hazel's POV
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At home now. I just feel like going to sleep. I'm fed up with Harry. I really want to talk to him, but at the same time, I really don't. I think I'm just going to sleep in another room instead of the one I share with Harry. Why sleep on the couch when I don't have to? Before I even think about sleeping, I need to take a shower first. Taking showers helps me to relieve stress. I feel rejuvenated. I can cry and no one will hear. My body won't be tense. I can think and clear my head. I walk into the bedroom I share with Harry. I stride over to the closet and retrieve my robe and something comfortable to wear. I strip until I'm completely naked. I can feel Harry's eyes on me.
Harry's POV
Here I am sitting on the bed and she still hasn't said one word to me. I know she's upset, but I had to watch her. Can you blame me? She's gorgeous and her body is amazing. She walks out with her clothes and robe on hand, not looking at me one bit. There's not a single sound except for the door being shut.
Hazel's POV
I put my clothes and robe on the toilet and stare the stressed out girl in the mirror. Harry's obviously hiding something from me and I can't figure out what it is. I'm starting to think that I bit off more than I can chew when it comes to being with Harry. I don't want to go through another shenanigan with him. If there was one, there's going to be a lot more to come. I love him though, deeply. Even though we've been together for a few months, I feel like I've met the man of my dreams, the man I want to spend the rest of my with. But will it all be worth it in the end? I'll just have to find out. I open the door and all back into the room.
Harry's POV
She walks back in and I'm still sitting on the bed. She's still paying me no mind. She bends over in front of me to pick up her clothes. I don't know if she did that on purpose, but if so, it's working. When she's standing up again, she tries to walk away, but I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling to me, making her straddle me. "Harry, what the fuck! You made me drop my fucking clothes!" She yells. No matter how much she yells at me, I know that she misses this. She misses my touch, my kisses, the way my fingers ghost over her thigh. The way my lips graze down her stomach when she's laying down on the bed, my arms holding holding her down. The way her back arches when she reaches her high. The way she moans my name when pleasure fills her. I've got to have her body. I have to touch her. I have to feel her. I have to feel her warm embrace. "Harry, stop!" She screams while I suck on her neck, trying with all her my to escape my grasp.
Hazel's POV
Harry won't let me go. On one hand, I want him to stop. But on the other hand, I want him to keep going all night! It feels so good! I manage to escape and head to the bathroom with my clothes in hand.
