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Harry's P.O.V

I worry that last night was a mistake. Not for me, but her. I, for one, enjoyed every single blissful moment of it.

I have never had better sex, even though slow and steady isn't what I'm used to. When she begged me to go faster, it sent me over the edge. 

I have never had sex that fulfilling before. Not only was it perfect physically, but emotionally as well. This soulmate bond has me feeling things I never knew existed. 

She lies asleep, breathing in and out. I want to kiss her, cuddle her, hug her, but I don't. I'm stressed about her reaction. Will she regret it now, in broad daylight? Was she caught up in the moment last night? 

She's probably in a lot of pain. I've never taken someone's virginity before. I feel slightly guilty doing so, like I've ruined her pureness and innocence. On the other hand, I have no regrets. I'm her first, the only man she's been with. The only man she'll ever be with. 

I can't tell how it was for her. Her moans told one story, but her reaction after was another. She didn't seem happy or excited. Maybe it wasn't as good as she thought. Maybe I wasn't as good enough. 

I tossed and turned all night. I couldn't sleep, even though I was exhausted. However, I never leave the bed. There's nothing worse than waking up the next morning in an empty bed, especially after your first.

I want Ellie to know I'm in it for the long haul. She isn't a meaningless fuck to me. 

Fuck it. I roll around and scoot as close as possible. I inhale the scent of her hair. I consider pulling her into me, but I'm sure that'll wake her. 

She stirs in her sleep. I lay still, hoping I didn't wake her. Her eyes flutter open and she fixates on me.

"What," she mumbles.

I release the tension in my shoulders. "Nothing," I sigh. Not exactly the first words you'd want to hear. 

Ellie's P.O.V

I think I've made a mistake. 

Having sex with Harry was a big mistake. 

Not because he was bad. Hell no, he was the opposite.

That's the problem.

He was too good. In a way, I feel more connected to him than ever before. That's what's going to make it so hard to leave in a few days. 

I mean, I've had wet dreams about him since the moment I met him, but nothing compares to the real deal. 

Harry's eyes bore into mine. I can't take it and break eye contact first. The intensity's going to make me crumble. 

I just want to enjoy our last days together.

"I'm going to order breakfast. What do you want?" He gruffly asks. 

"No thanks," I mumble. I definitely don't have an appetite. 

"French toast it is."

I roll my eyes but smile. He knows exactly what I like without me having to say. He gets off the bed and goes to order the food. I take this opportunity to look around. The rose petals once on the bed are now all over the floor. My dress lays in a pile on the floor. I cringe at the sight, knowing it's going to be hard to return.

I'm dressed in Harry's shirt. I sit up, needing to pee so badly. I know you're supposed to pee after sex to prevent UTIs, but I was passed out. Peeing was the least of my concerns. 

As I crawl off the bed, the soreness hits me. I wince but keep going. On my way to the bathroom, I pick up my dress and lay it nicely on the bed.