Careless Whispers

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He knew it was creepy to stare at someone who was sleeping but he was not going to do anything bad to her. One, this looked perfect. She was facing his bare chest and was snoring lightly like nothing else mattered in the world. Two, it was the best sight for him since they got separated. Thirdly, they were back together.

He wanted nothing more.

His mother had been angry with his decision but she was so kind that he talked her out of it. His father remained strong headed that the wedding was not happening, yet, Harrison was determined to change his mindset. And Isabella?... He shouldn't be thinking of her when who he wanted was strangling him with her legs.

Carefully, he detangled them, placed soft kiss on Obi's hair and got out of bed. Well, after making sure he didn't disturb her sleep. He dragged his feet into the bathroom, looked for the shaving cream as well as some towels from the side cabinet. Today, he was going to meet someone who would pee in his pants for messing with the camera footage of yesterday's bullet rain and he won't stop until he wished he was dead.

She heard the soft click of the door, waited few seconds that Harrison was out of the door before she opened her eyes and drew in long air. That was exhausting. She had been pretending to be sleeping before he went into the bathroom. She had woken up to face a toned muscled chest, a nipple ogling her that she quickly shut back her eyes. She should have known he would put off the green polo shirt since he hate wearing clothes to bed. She wanted to slip out when he was in the bathroom but when she was trying to, his annoying self dragged his body with towel wrapped lowly around his waist back into the room. Definitely, he was deliberately torturing her. So, she didn't give him the joy that he won, she laid still in bed and even pretended to snore.

"That was close." and tempting. She got out of bed. How would she cope with him in the same bed? She even forgot to ask how many days they were staying. She went over to the closet where Harrison dropped her already packed lilac box the previous night. Dumping it on the bed, she began to search through things that probably Lola packed for her. Did she forget to help her out her phone? Obi searched every nook and cranny of the box and later let out a groan. How would she survive this without a phone?

Thirty minutes later, she was dressed in a jean and mint green crop top and was on her way to the sitting room. Only God knows what Harrison was doing because she didn't hear a pin from other parts of the house. Or did he leave for work? If he ever left her alone here, boredom may kill her. What if he was attacked and....

"Stop thinking too much." he spoke and showed up at the kitchen's entrance. He was sporting a brown knee shorts and a black round neck vest.

Obi let out a relief sigh. "I thought you left me here by myself or something."

"Missing me already?" he beckoned to her to follow him into the kitchen. Obi could smell toast bread and tea. She saw some stools tucked under the island, pulled one out because he was already seated, dishing breakfast.

"Don't be cocky too much this morning." she raised her mug to her lips and took a sip. "Hmmmm.... This tastes great."

Harry's eyes glued on her for some minutes before he served her the bread. They ate in silence until she opted to do the dishes.

"You can't serve me and I should expect you to clean up. By the way thanks to you that I'm becoming fat." she argued and indirectly appreciated his effort.

He was in his jovial mood. He wasn't taking it lightly with her as he turned off the tap. "I didn't bring you down here to wash dishes."

"Hehe.... So what I'm I here to do?"

"Watch TV... I don't know....do something more relaxing."

"I don't have my phone here.... Maybe Lola forgot..."