Chapter 81: Sticky Thighs and Chocolate Farts

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Beth's POV

Harry and I finish our meal and he collects both our bowls, placing them back onto the tray along with the empty glasses.

I swear I love him just that little bit more for cooking me pasta.

I snuggle back down under the blanket feeling full and content, thinking I might try and squeeze in another nap.

Until something taps my nose.

I open one eye and see Harry lying next to me, face to face.

"Hi," he grins.

"Hi," I return his smile and close my eye.

"Do you think you should get up?" he whispers and I can hear the smile in his voice without even opening my eyes.

"No, quite comfy here thanks," I mumble, burying myself even further into the bedding.

"Well I figured you might want to shower and then we can drop by mum's on the way back to the hospital if you want to?" Harry suggests.

I let out a noise that sounds like something between a moan and a growl.

He is right.

Damn him.

"Alright, I'll go and have a shower," I sigh and throw the covers off.

Then I realise I'm completely naked.

I pull the covers back over myself, knowing I'm going to have to deal with a sticky mess when I stand up.

I look up at Harry, a sheepish expression on my face and see a huge grin on his.

"Don't let me stop you love," he smirks.

Oh you'd love that wouldn't you Harry?

Okay.

You can do this.

I throw the covers off again and sit up, my back to Harry.

Shaking my head, I stand up and begin to take a few steps, only to feel my thighs become wet and sticky.

Fantastic.

I keep on trying my best to walk with some kind of sexiness to the bathroom with his semen running slowly down my legs.

Lovely.

There goes any ounce of sexy I thought I might have had as Harry starts to giggle and, after earning the middle finger from me, collapses into a high pitched laugh.

I walk into the bathroom and close the door, leaning against it as my face, and I'm pretty sure my entire body, is now flaming red with embarrassment.

Suddenly there is a knock on the bathroom door and it startles me, causing me to jump up in fright but I open it up and poke my head around it to see Harry leaning down so his face is level with mine.

"I forgot to tell you..." he says.

"What?" I reply, my heart beginning to race.

"I love you," he says and leans forward to kiss me on the lips, pulling away and giving me another peck before leaving me to shower.

I close the door and bite my bottom lip, a silly smile on my face.

Finally, I turn the water on in the shower and wash my hair and body clean.

Eventually I know I have to leave the relaxing warmth of the water so I turn it off and hop out, drying my hair and then my body before wrapping a towel around myself.

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