𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 | H.J.P
Harry's gaze softened as he pushed a strand of wet hair away from her face. "You're pretty," he murmured, his voice laced with sincerity. She attempted to downplay his compliment, joking about her appearance. "I look like a drenched rat," she pointed out, gesturing to her sopping wet hair and soaked clothes. "Well th...