a/n: yes, His Slave was deleted, but that's another story. let's move on to the positive. this book will be even better than His Slave, that I worked so hard on.
hopefully. a million thanks to my fans. I love you.
Every time I was with Harry, he would always act so peculiar, as if there was something on his mind. It started with me not wanting to call him Hare, to him stopping while we shared a small kiss underwater. I pushed it to the back of my mind, thinking nothing of it. I was enjoying the current moment, which was so great, I didn't let the small things get to me. Harry and I had a nice long workout session not too long ago, showered (individually.), and were now laying together under the duvet. Harry had put on a movie, but I didn't pay much attention to it. I had simply focused on his nice pink lips in front of me. Harry turned towards me, smirking as he caught me staring. Cockily, he said,
"Like what you see, babe?" I scoffed, laughing softly, shaking my head and replying,
"I've seen better." Harry pulled the duvet off of our bodies, pinning me on the bed.
"What did you just say?" Harry growled playfully. I giggled softly as he hovered over me.
"I've seen a lot better," I teased, biting down on my lip as lust filled his eyes. His shirt that I was wearing rode up, so it had now shown my upper leg. Harry looked down, rubbing over my hips gently with his thumbs, leaving kisses along my jawline, and love bites on my collarbone. I decided it was my turn to tease him, and pulled him down on top of my, finding his sweet spot, sucking harshly enough to leave a mark on his neck. He moaned and I smirked in satisfaction against his neck, making him react instantly and nibble on my earlobe. He continued to moan and groan, and grumbled softly,
a/n: just a bit of a teaser of what's to come. hope you enjoyed it.
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