weapons † hs [two]

14. overprotective dad

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okay this manip is so pure and it looks so real for the last scene in the chapter

As I secretly peek from my closed, slumbering eyes, my suspicions are confirmed when I discover Harry facing me, snuggled up with his pillow, his eyes gracing mine in a tired stare of lust and desperation.

I stretch my muscles out, pretending to be asleep, and revert back to my previous position, feeling that my large shirt of his has slid down my shoulders significantly.

"Now she's being a tease," Harry whispers to himself, the sound of his fingers rubbing at his face in frustration making me giggle.

"And she's awake?"

"Kind of hard to sleep when someone is looking at you..." I open my eyes and smile when I see Harry resting his head on his hands over the pillow, squishing his cheeks, mimicking how I'm laying.

"Hard for me to sleep when I just want to admire how beautiful you look sleeping next to me," he counters, the man's biceps bulging and tattoos stretching with how he's cuddled up.

"How long have you been up? I thought you should sleep in now that it's your day off."

Harry's been working long hours to recover from the couple of days he took off while Anne was here, before I was hospitalized. I've been alone or with our friends, the lover boys, to have some company while he's been gone. As much fun as I've had seeing just how Caleb and Ryan both bicker and flirtatiously banter, Harry finally got himself a break today to both of our likings.

I just wish we could stay home all day, but I've got unwanted plans to attend to in town.

"Not long. In fact, I had a dream that we were busying ourselves and it woke me right up," Harry reveals subtly what he's craving for breakfast, eyeing me up like how I tend to do with my food these days.

Not that I'm sexually attracted to my food, it's just that sometimes a good meal feels just as amazing.

I wouldn't tell that to Harry though. He'd make it some competition between himself and his chef counterpart, resulting in shattering his ego either way.

He takes my hand and places it on his soft, dimpled cheek when proposing, "Can we make that dream a reality?"

"Eager, are we?" I let out a languid laugh, "but I only just woke up. Speaking of, what time is it?"

"Last I checked," Harry pushes up from the mattress, his hands keeping him up as he drowsily climbs over me, the longer curls at his hairline covering his forehead, out of their usual, gelled quiff. An alluring twinkle in his dark green eyes catches my attention as he raises a cocky brow, replying, "It was sex o'clock."