𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 62

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Grace's POV

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Grace's POV.

I feel something cold slipping under my shirt and touching my skin, brushing gently on my stomach before feeling his scent engulfing me again.

I lazily turn around and find Harry fast asleep, a strange wide smile spread on his face half drowned into the pillow.

I glare down at my body and find out that I'm wearing his jumper only.

I don't remember much about yesterday and I'm kind of confused. I'm sure we haven't made love, otherwise I would remember it. It's hard to forget something so good.

I blush and sit myself up. Harry's still wrapped all around me, his heavy legs are crossed with mine and his bear arms hang tight on my waist.

I move some of his hair away from his face and kiss his forehead. I adore this childish look he has on his face; I wish I could see it every day.

I stretch and carefully get out of bed, I feel tired but fine, like I haven't felt in ages. Harry hands move forwards trying to catch me and I slide a pillow in between them. He growls but doesn't wake up. He just needs to smell my scent and he's okay with it, at least when he's asleep.

I pace to the bathroom and take a shower, lot of questions floating around my head. I don't think I got drunk, I'm not that irresponsible and I don't have a hangover. I just don't remember how the hell I got into my room yesterday and it's frustrating. Like my mind is playing tricks on me to not make me remember.

I pass my fingers in my hair and one of them gets stuck in between my strands. I struggle to put it out and glare to my right hand. Damien's ring is shining on my marriage finger. I never move that ring, why did I put it there?

I look to my left one and freeze.

The hell...

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my wet body and another one to keep my hair in place. I stare and stare but it doesn't seem to go anywhere.

I focus myself to remember. I have to clear things. I pass my hands in my hair again and bite my skin.

'' Yesterday. What the hell happened yesterday?'' I ask to myself.

Damien, I found Damien with another woman, Nicole was her name. And she was Maya's mother. We talked, I let her know its fine if she stayed, we played Twist. Then they left. Scott... Scott came. Scott and my grandmother, they apologized and I was stressed and upset. So Harry took me out for a date, we were walking around the town, Harry told me I was beautiful. I smile to the thought but let it go so I can get back the rest of the day.

Then we got in a church. He ran out leaving me with the preacher and a guy with dark hair who was... was hugging me for some reason. When Harry came back, he was smiling to me before he knelling down and ...oh Jesus. He did it for real then!

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