Because It's Killing Me

"He begins running his face under the water. While he is doing this, my eyes are instantly drawn to his broad back. The way his muscles move under the tight skin of his shoulder blades. The curvature of his spine and the deep dimples at the bottom, which I love just as much as the ones on his face. With most of his body tattooed, he has never gotten around to his back, which means the creamy smooth skin is untainted by the ink needle. I always told harry that his back is one of my favorite features about him—he looked at me with an odd expression, but that odd expression would quickly slip away whenever I’d offer him a back massage. Of which, I’m sure I enjoy even more than Harry does. I just want to reach out and touch him. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I’m walking to the shower door."

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Harry gets all pouty and [Y/N] wants to find out why. When she does, she needlessly starts a fight with him. They end up having hot shower sex because what else?

This is another story that I've had written for a while and if no one reads it, so be it. There are going to be 2 parts, but I haven't finished the second part. If yah have time, read my other things. That would be lovely!