𝑼𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 ✔️

40.

They held on tight to one another the whole night after the night that was supposed to be filled with fireworks and rose metals turned out to be filled with tears and empty promises.

Monroe woke up to the sight of curls covering her loves eyes, his pink lips parted slightly as light snores were heard.

The reoccurring events playing in her mind as she pushed the hair that fell across his face and the pain she felt but then she remembered that she gave herself to him and that made her smile.

She pecked his lips, as he scrunched his face momentarily before relaxing as he still felt Monroe's warm, bare body against his.

She only smiled as she pecked his lips again and again before his breathing stopped for a second and changed
to a more slower pace but as he stirred in his sleep he managed to kiss her back, feeling renewed with her warmth.

He brought her closer, their bare chest pressing against each other as he hid his head in the crook of her neck, kissing her shoulder as she laughed pushing his head back up to look at him.

His eyes were puffy and swollen but he smiled nonetheless. "Hi baby," he whispered as he circled her hipbones, numbing the pain a bit.

"Hi," she whispered back as she touched his cheek.

"Mm, how are you feeling?"

"A bit sore but I'm okay, how are you?"

"I'm great, baby." And she was glowing and he was glowing and it wasn't just because they had made love the night before or because they were bare before each other, lying against one another but because they shared their love in more ways than words.

And although they used each other to forget, they felt the emotions, the connection that they had when they were one.

"What are your plans today?" She asked as she fiddled with his hair, moving it away from his eyes.

"I have to finish up a car but it'll probably take an hour and then I have to talk to Jesse."

"Are you coming back?"

"Yeah... yeah of course."

"Promise."

"I promise with all my heart and soul," he spoke as she smiled and she kissed him because he made her heart flutter and quite often left her speechless. And he kissed her because he was engrossed in her arms and her bare skin on his.

"You should go," she murmured on his lips but he only groaned, kissing her harder to make her forget. "Harry," she moaned on his lips.

And he somehow pulled her closer, bringing his hands to her backside as she mumbled incoherent words.

"Careful, still sore."

He released her with apologetic eyes. "Mm, sorry."

Monroe slowly got up before Harry could pull her back in as a string of curse words left her lips.

She reached for her baggy shirt that was thrown on the floor previously but as she struggled, Harry practically jumped out of bed to get it for her.

He put the shirt over her head as she put her arms though the sleeves. "I could have put my own shirt on."

"I think a simple thank you would suffice," he smirked.

"Thank you," she mumbled as he got an undergarment for her as well, slipping it on herself.

"My pleasure, although I prefer you naked- ow!" He said once he got hit on his arm.

"You're such a pervert," she teased as she walked over to his boxers, throwing it at his face. "Get ready. I'm going to go brush my teeth and make breakfast."