Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty

I woke up with Harry laying next to me. His arm was draped over my side, pulling my back into his chest. I've never been one to cuddle after sex and Harry doesn't strike me as someone who does that either, but I can't lie when I say I slept like a baby throughout the night.

I turned over so that I could look at him. Like a creeper that I am, I studied his beautiful face. I didn't know if my mind was playing tricks on me, which it probably was, but I thought I could pin point some features that looked like Lydia's. Of course that wouldn't make sense because Lydia's only his aunt. Like I said, my mind was playing tricks on me.

"I know you're staring." Harry mumbled into his pillow with his eyes still closed. My heart skipped a beat from his raspy morning voice. He was smiling into the fabric of the sheets and pulling me tighter against him.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly. I didn't realize he was awake and now I felt embarrassed for being caught like a creeper.

"Don't be. It's cute." Harry had yet to open his eyes. "What time is it?"

"Almost 8."

"In the morning?" Harry peeked one eye open.

"No at night. We slept through an entire day." I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

"Well I wouldn't be surprised. Our bodies had some catching up to do. I believe you sucked all the energy out of me last night. Physically and figuratively." Harry smirked now having opened both eyes.

I pushed him playfully and slipped out of bed. I was still naked from the night before and no longer felt as sexy as I did last night. I hurried to find a tank top and shorts before Harry could stare too long.

"I'm gonna make some breakfast." I pulled my hair out of my face and into a pony tail. "Toast and eggs okay?"

"Yeah. I'll meet you out there."

I walked into my kitchen and living room area. The first thing I find is the now empty tequila bottle on its side on the countertop. Even the sight of it made me grimace and I threw it in the recycling bin fast with a loud clang. The pillows on the couches were tossed everywhere on the floor, as well as both mine and Harry's clothes. One of the chairs was knocked over on its side from our frenzy and old magazines were torn apart and littered the floor. I tried to move everything back to its original position and clean up the mess before Harry walked out of here. I knew teasing would ensue if not.

When that was done I started working on the eggs. Luckily we both liked them the same way. Scrambled with cheese melted in. It didn't take long to make. I started a pot of coffee, knowing I was going to need extra caffeine for the day.

Harry walked out in his jeans from last night and no shirt. His hair was kind of all over the place but it was a sexy morning after look. His tattoos were visible and clean. I liked looking at them and tried making my my own story of the meaning behind them.

"Coffee?" I offered as a poured my own mug.

"Sure." Harry sat down and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Have you seen my shirt?"

"Yeah." I walked over to the living room coffee table where I folded it nearly and tossed it to him. Then I passed him a mug of coffee.

"Thank you," Harry smirked as he slipped it on. His eyes fell on the small orange container that held my pills. When I saw his eyes locked on the medication, my heart fell to the pit of my stomach and I immediately swiped them away and stored them in a cabinet. Of course that just looked even more sneaky, but I panicked. "Everything okay?" Harry asked. What he wanted to say was, "what are they for?" But he was a polite gentlemen and chose a more general question.