Palas

49. "You want him back?"

As I wake up, some thoughts flood through my mind. One of them is that we both kind of stink. Our body odor isn't the best after sweating in the masses of people on the strip, the emotions after and of course the activities we had in this bed.

The second is that Harry is quit heavy as he somehow ended up with his body horizontal over mine. He's hugging my belly as I lay on my back, which is strange because I never sleep this way. It's as if this night I haven't even turned around.

The third is that Harry breathes loudly. With every exhale, his nostrils shake and the back of his throat produces a sound that can only be described as snoring. To many it may be the most horrible sound, keeping you from your sleep, but I suddenly know why I slept so well.

Dad snores and the more he drinks the louder it gets. Instead of it keeping you up all night trying to drown out his noise, I sleep well on it. Because as I child I learned that as long as I heard that sound, he was still there. Just like Harry is now.

My original plan to go talk to James was completely put down the drain when he started kissing me again. The way his lips felt against mine was magic and I couldn't leave him. He might want me to leave now though.

Harry and I had sex. The good kind, the one that sets your body in flames and even now I still feel the effects he had on me. It haunts me that this man never lets anyone sleep over or see his room. He's very private, yet he told me a very important part about himself and his family. I feel like this is all too good to be true. Me and James aren't even officially broken up and I already found a replacement?

I don't want to think that way about Harry for two reasons. First off, he deserve better than to be my rebound. Second, I can't think about Harry in the relationship-type way, because he can't think about me in that way.

As much as I want to believe that last night meant something, I also know that if James hadn't cheated on me, Harry would have found the girl from the chapel and brought her home. And who am I kidding, I would have brought James home. If things happen for a reason than I would like to know what this means. It only made my life even more complicated.

Harry's snoring becomes quieter and I know he's about the wake up and realize he made a mistake. He will open his eyes and turn cold again like he did a couple of days ago.

But instead he sort of smiles. One corner of his lip curls up as he turns his head up from my belly to see my face.

"Good morning," he whispers with a very hoarse morning voice. I absolutely love it. "Shall I'll make you breakfast?"

"Sure," I stutter. I had expected him to ask when I was finally going to leave. But he offered me to stay here, so he must mean it.

"Okay, I'll make you something good." He pecks me on the lips before he gets out of bed and puts on his clothes from the night before.

I'm left on the bed, naked, to wonder how this can all feel so natural. He never lets girls stay over, but he somehow acts as if this isn't new to him at all.

I pull the sheets over my body and the light fabric tickles against my sensitive skin. After what he did last night, everything feels highlighted. Every single nerve tingles when I think of what we did together and how good it felt. What have I gotten myself in to with Harry?

It is still unclear to me when he starts to toast bread and melts cheese on it. In his other frying pan he has mushrooms baking golden brown and my mouth starts to water. I have no clue how late it is since Harry has no clock in his room and I am afraid to check my phone.