Flatmates

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It was incredible, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. There was no desperation, no rushing, no roughness. It was just pure passion. Love making.

After, we just laid there in silence, our bodies entwined with each other. Skin on skin. No words were needed as I felt like everything had been said by what had happened. Every so often Harry just tightened his hold me on, almost as if he was trying to pull me closer even though it was impossible.

Eventually we both ended up in the shower together, still no words passing between us. Neither of us wanting to ruin anything, neither of us wanting to break the magic.

We washed and dried in silence, climbed back into bed in silence. Harry wrapped himself back around me before we both drifted off to sleep.

***

When I woke it was light outside and Harry was nowhere to be seen, so I slipped out of bed and headed down the hallway to find him. Harry was sat at the dining table with two cups of coffee and a spread of pastries and juices. 'Morning' he smiled, gesturing to the seat beside him. We filled our bellies, having not eaten for well over 24 hours now. We were so caught up in each other the day before that we didn't even notice the day disappearing and turning to night. Effectively we lost an entire day to each other.

'What is the plan for today?' Harry asked as he placed his now empty cup on the table, placing his hand over mine as he did so.

We showered and dressed, before heading to my office. Harry made coffees, helped to pack orders and kept myself and my staff in high spirits. We slipped off at about 3pm, heading to my apartment. We slipped in silently to avoid Alex and George and headed straight for my bedroom, closing the door behind us.

'This is cute!' Harry exclaimed as he threw himself down onto my bed.