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Let's try this again, new and improved version of DLS. This is my old collection of one shots. All the old stuff is being edited by myself to make some i...
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I'm waking and I can sense Harry's not in the bed with me. I haven't even opened my eyes, but I know his body isn't next to mine. His energy draws me in like the polar opposite end of a magnet. When I can't feel that force, I know he's not by my side. It's been like this since the moment we fell for one another.
I give myself a satisfying stretch, then rub my eyes forcing my body and vision to come back to life. Across the room Harry is sitting in his favorite chair wrapped in a blanket just staring out the window of our Parisian vacation hotel. The honeymoon suite has a picturesque view of the Eiffel Tower and he loves to sit and absorb the quiet romanticism of the city.
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The French doors are open wide, the fresh morning air is filling the room and birds are softly chirping in the trees outside. The sun is slowly rising on the horizon, the light peeking in the window creates a glow around his muscular figure. Harry is breathtaking even when he makes no effort, and I never take for granted how lucky I am to have him in my life especially now that he's my husband.
I'm sitting patiently swaddled in a sea of white linens on the bed. I gently call out his name.
"Harry baby, I'm missing you."
He turns in his chair flashing a brilliant smile.
"Good morning darling. Come sit with me and enjoy the view."
"Harry there's only one chair, that makes it rather difficult to sit." I giggle quietly.
"I was hoping you'd come sit on my lap love."
"Oh really? In that case I'd love to join you."
I take the flat sheet from the bed and wrap it around my naked body sauntering towards the window. My feet softly pitter pat on the hardwood floor. The boards are spread out in a artistic chevron pattern. The eye is instinctively drawn to it, but I can't take my eyes off Harry. He's the only thing my eyes can see.
He pats his lap while situating himself so I can comfortably be seated on his lap. Walking from behind him I run my fingers through his chocolate curls then caress my fingers tenderly down his cheek and jawline. He greets me with a warm smile, welcoming me to settle in and make myself cozy. He swoops my legs to one side of his body; I lean back and perfectly lay on his chest as if he's cradling me.
Harry doesn't go one morning without kissing me on the forehead and telling me that I'm beautiful. Today's routine is no different. He tenderly kisses my forehead then lifts my chin with his index finger longing to see my face.
"I love you beautiful." His deep throaty morning I love yous always make me feel warm and floaty, they'll never grow old.
"I love you too baby. I see you ordered some breakfast. What are you eating?"
