Chapter 26: Who the fuck are you?

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10 minutes later I'm out of the bath, moisturized and dressed in a pair of pastel purple lace cheekini panties, Harry's white t-shirt that got thrown on the floor last night, and my cute pastel pink and blue cotton candy colored teddy bear slippers.

10 minutes later I'm out of the bath, moisturized and dressed in a pair of pastel purple lace cheekini panties, Harry's white t-shirt that got thrown on the floor last night, and my cute pastel pink and blue cotton candy colored teddy bear slippers

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As I limp my way slowly down the stairs the smell of bacon fills my nostrils

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As I limp my way slowly down the stairs the smell of bacon fills my nostrils. Damn it Harry and his big dick for crippling me! I finally reach the bottom of the steps then start waddling and limping my way into the kitchen. My breath hitches when I see the back of a shirtless Harry in just black skinny jeans standing in front of the stove cooking breakfast. I can't believe this is my life. I love it here! I quietly walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist. I was trying to scare him but he didn't even flinch.

"No fair! Why didn't you get scared?" I pouted.

"Because I don't get scared," he said.

"Everyone is afraid of something," I said.

"Not me, I don't even flinch when cooking bacon," he said. At the perfect moment the bacon popped and sizzled in the frying pan. I saw some specks of bacon grease land on the bare skin of his stomach and he didn't even flinch at the pain he was supposed to be feeling from getting burned by hot grease.

"I'm convinced my boyfriend isn't human. What are you?" I asked with bewilderment as I examined the area of his stomach that just got burned. The area looked perfectly fine and normal, I don't know what I was expecting to find. "I'll figure it out one day," I said determined.

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