Underneath My Skin

Ch. 21

Jackson is played by Hunter Parrish,  but how he looked when he played in weeds. Anyways keep reading babes.

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My eyes flutter open, and the ceiling comes into view. I feel weight on me. when I look down Harry's head is on my stomach, his arms are wrapped tightly around me, and his legs are draped over mine. I groan, there is no way I'm getting out of this bed without waking him up. I don't want to wake him just yet so I start to run my fingers through his thick hair. I start to hum softly.

After a few minutes Harry groans and sits up. He blinks a few times and rubs his eyes, then looks down at me.

"That was pretty.  what's that called?" he asks. His voice is raspy and deep.

"Old McDonald."

We both laugh. I pull the covers up over my bare chest. Harry quickly Yanks the covers off me and throws them to the floor. I immediately feel cold and insecure. I grab the pillow from under my head and cover myself. He tries to grab the pillow but I hug it tight.

"Give me the pillow!" Harry demands.

I laugh. "No stop."

He tries to pull the pillow again, but he eventually gives up.

"I've obviously seen you naked, so give me the damn pillow. "

I throw the pillow in his face. He throws it off the bed and stares down at my naked body. There's pure hunger in his eyes.  Flashes of last float into my mind.

He hit his wife.

He has anger issues.

Don't get tied up in his games.

He'll never have feelings for you.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

Fuck, how'd he know? "Nothing.... I'm just uh... Going to take a shower."

I roll out of bed and stand up. A great force pushes me, almost knocking me off my feet. I look to see that Harry is running out of the bedroom door. Damn, he didn't have to push me out of the way. I cover myself with my hands and walk into my room.  I grab a  bra, panties, a  t shirt, and some shorts.

I walk over to the bathroom and my jaw drops at the sight of Harry standing in the shower,  naked, with water running down his body. Shit, it's getting hot in here.

"I got the water warm for you." He smirks at my facial expression. "You're welcome."

I sit mt cothes on the vanity and unwrap my hand. I have a few deep cuts but they could be worse.  I grab my tooth brush and quickly brush my teeth. when I look in the mirror, I want to scream. My hair is an absolute mess. I groan and slowly walk over to the shower. My heart starts hammering rapidly inside my chest. I don't think showering with him is a good idea.

He stretches out his hand and I shake my head. My heart feels like it's crawling up my throat.

"Bri," he says softly. "It's only intimate if you make it intimate. "

My heart stops all together. How did he know? I hesitantly grab his hand and step inside the shower. He shuts the curtain and look me in the eyes.  I try hard not to melt from the intensity of his emerald gaze.

"What are you looking at me for? Just do what you normally do in the shower." he says.

I roll my eyes and grab the soap and a rag. I turn my back to him and let the water run down my face. I wash my body, and shave all places nessesary.  I wash my hair and step away from the shower head so that Harry can shower.