Truth Sets You Free

Chapter 25

Sunlight creeps in the curtains as Harry and I lie in bed tangled up with each other. Today's my first day of work as a nanny, but thankfully Bryan doesn't have to head into work until later, so it gives Harry and I a chance to sleep in.

I roll over in Harry's arms to look up at him. His eyes are closed, and his entire face is relaxed as small exhales escape his slightly parted lips. These past few nights that we've spent together have been amazing.

I don't know what it is about them that has made them seem so different. I've practically been living with Harry for the last month, but something about it finally being official brings such a great sense of happiness and bliss.

After I take a long moment to simply appreciate how amazing he looks, my eyes catch on something sitting on the table next to the bed. His notebook.

It has a pen wedged between two of the pages, indicating that he had been writing in it. I remember last night when I told him that I was tired he said that he wasn't. But that didn't stop him from taking me into the bedroom and lying down with me.

He let me fall asleep with my head on his stomach while he sat propped up against the headboard. I told him that he didn't need to stay with me, but he told me that he wanted to and that he would keep himself busy.

I guess writing is how he chose to do that.

Since I got Harry the notebook, I haven't seen him write in it. But that doesn't surprise me. He's a private person when it comes to stuff like that, so I was never offended by it. It does, however, make me happy to see that he's using it.

There's a huge part of me that wants to reach across him and see what he's writing about, but I know that's wrong. I know that I would never want anyone to read what's in my notebook. Not even Harry.

Some things are just too special to share with other people.

Instead of snooping, I prop myself up over Harry and grab the notebook, removing the pen and closing it quickly before setting it back down on the table.

"Taking a peek, are we?" His husky voice resonates beneath me, causing me to jump slightly.

"I would never." I say with a laugh, looking down at him. "I'm just glad to see that you've been writing in it. It's good for you, you know?"

"Oh, trust me, I know. I've been doing it a lot lately. It's nice." He tells me honestly, making me smile. I'm happy to know that the notebook is working exactly how I hoped it would. I wanted him to be able to have a healthy outlet for all of the stuff that goes on in his head.

"That's good to hear." I lower my lips down to his, kissing him gently. When I pull away, I sigh deeply, glancing at the clock next to the bed. "I have to get up."

"No." He groans, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me down flat against his chest.

"Harry, I have to get ready for work." I say with a giggle.

"No, you're not allowed to leave." He teases, rolling us over quickly so that he's on top of me.

"I can't be late for my first day."

"Sure you can." He mumbles before pressing his lips to mine again. Unlike my gentle kiss, his is much rougher as he grips both of my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head. His lips move passionately against mine before sliding down to my neck, allowing me to gasp for breath.

"Harry." I whisper as his teeth nip at my skin. "I really...I really have to go."

With those words, I pull my hands from his grasp and place them on his chest. He pulls his mouth away from my neck, looking down at me as I smile back up at him.