DEVIANT [H.S.]

Bonus Chapter: Five Reasons Why

Serena

Soft rays of sunlight peek into the room, signaling the arrival of another morning. Harry's arm holds me captive to his bare chest, the touch of his fingers always enough to send me spiraling in butterflies.

The fluttering never stops around him, even after all these years.

Sounds of cars revving and engines echo below us, the familiar screeching of a bus coming to a stop too familiar in my ears.

A soft groan comes from Harry's lips as he feels me stretching under the covers, his breath warm on my ear. The sheets are soft underneath my fingertips, confirming my suspicions of our final destination.

"Welcome home," He whispers, his voice laced with raspiness. I shift under his arm so I'm now facing him, our chests pressed close to each other.

"You really blindfolded me for a two hour flight to London?" I ask him, my lips only mere inches from his.

"Mhm," He responds with a smirk. "Had to get you used to surprises for today."

Oh? What does he have in store?

My hands press on his chest, hoping to gain some warmth and initiation from the contact. "Can you give me a hint?" I question with hope tainting my syllables, already knowing his answer will be no.

But instead of telling me what I expect, he presses his lips on mine, kissing me out of the blue.

Melded into one, we lose track of time in each other's kisses, laughing the minutes away. Somehow I end up on top of him, pecking gentle kisses on his tattooed chest. I look back up at him and his eyes are on me, bright with my favorite shade of emerald.

"Happy anniversary, baby," He says to me softly.

I can't help but grin, content with where I am with this man metaphorically and physically. My voice contains the same feelings I'm showing. "Happy anniversary, baby."

Harry's fingers grab the end of my shirt, tugging it up over my head and tossing it on the floor. We're left in undergarments, one layer away from skin against skin. I lean down and kiss him softly only for the kisses to become more inflamed in passion.

And then we lose ourselves in each others' bodies, starting the morning in our favorite way.

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"You should wear that black dress I like," Harry calls out from the bedroom as I'm in our closet.

I hum in approval, my eyes now searching for the long silky garment. "You like it too much."

"Simplicity is sexy," He chuckles. "We need to be ready in thirty, by the way."

And he knows I'll use up every minute until then to get ready.

My hands take the dress off its hanger and I stride back into the restroom to touch up. Harry has told me nothing of his plans; his only instructions were to let him handle it.

I have no doubt today will be special.

After fixing my hair and makeup and slipping into the outfit, I'm satisfied and ready to leave with five minutes to spare. Harry almost pulls me into his orbit as I walk out of the bathroom, his gaze moving up from his cufflinks to my figure.

One last look and hair flip in the mirror, I grab my purse and stand in front of him, waiting for today's adventure to begin.

His lips rise into a flirty smile as he eagerly eyes me up and down. I do the same, taking in his crisp white dress shirt and black trousers.