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Grace's POV.
I enter Harry's room that is like ten in the evening with two cups of hot chocolate.
Harry's writing something on his phone, with a pen that keeps his hair back on one side and a paper on his lap.
I place the mugs down and climb behind him, he doesn't even see me as I rest my hand on his shoulders and I lean down to press my lips on his cheek.
''You look hot in your nerdy movements'' I whisper and Harry grins. I move his hair to the side and start to kiss his neck.
''You look hot basically the whole time, this is not fair'' I blush, that was a nice compliment, but Harry is always complimenting me so it's not a big of a deal. Okay, I'm lying, it makes my heart jump right through my chest when he says sweet and cheesy things to me. what he did to me. god.
''You will make me horny if you do not stop'' I murmur with a very tempting voice. I slide my hands on his chest and push his back to my front. I flick my hair to the side and suck a bit on his chin. '' what are you working on?'' I ask and Harry lets go of his paper grabbing my hands with his.
''What I was, working on, you mean? because Now I have darted my attention to something else more interesting'' I bite his earlobe and Harry growls slowly as I go down with my hands.
''And what is it this thing that was able to distract you from your work?'' I ask and Harry turns around, causing me to fall back on the mattress for the surprise.
''You'' his lips find mine and I chuckle as I let him in.
''You're helpless'' I say in between the kisses and Harry uses his thumb to caress the inner of my thigh.
'' Oh, I know that, and I'm proud of it'' I take his braid in between my fingers and Harry stares at my arm, going up and down. I'm still wearing his pullover and it's pretty warm other than comfortable and nice looking. Maybe just a bit too long.
''As much as I adore those braids I made, I love your natural hair more'' and I begin to undo my work.
It takes me ten minutes and a lot of concentration since Harry keeps on kissing me randomly everywhere. Once I've finished, I deepen my hands into is disaster of curls and mess with them so hard that Harry start to giggle.
''You're not...doing this to me. my poor hair'' he says, his voice he's sited on a pneumatic drill that shakes his whole body and makes his voice trembles and shakes, he's quite funny to be honest.
I stop when I'm satisfy and eye him as his face is not visible under his messy curls.
