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Chapter 50 - Kirsten

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                                                           ●•Kirsten•●

I woke up with the sound of the rain falling hard on the outside, the sky still dark as hell, cloudy and hazy. The gale was hitting the balcony glass door with such strength it was a bit scary, even. Each tiny open space was an invitation for the wind to whistle, making this annoying sound that made me bury my face in the soft tissue right in front of me.

Just then I realized where I was, and once I was completely awake, free of all the dizziness and numbness, I remembered exactly whom I was with. Well, I won’t lie and say I regretted coming here or whatever, ‘cause I didn’t. Actually, I allowed myself to smile at the sight right in front of my eyes.

Harry’s hands (and yeah, I might even call him Harry from now on, inside my head only, of course) were on my waist, tighter than what they were when we fell asleep. His face was buried in the cushion under his head – which I didn’t remember being there before –, so calm and peaceful. His curls were messed up, probably due to our little scene a few hours(?) earlier.

What time was it, by the way?

I tried to look for any clock, but I found none. Well, the sky was still dark, and I could tell it wasn’t close to dawning yet. But… What time in the middle of the night was it exactly? I tried to focus on the news on the TV – the only source of light in the room – that was still on, trying to absorb anything that might give me a hint of how long I’d been asleep, but it was purely useless. Mostly ‘cause I couldn’t distinguish a single word the presenter said. Maybe I wasn’t that awake after all.

Sighing, I just focused on Harry again, watching as he lowly snored, mumbling something unintelligible in his sleep. I couldn’t help but smile at the scene, starting to wonder how that blanket ended up above both of us. Had he really found the strength to leave me – even for a brief moment – just to get something to warm us up? Not that I think that I’m the best to cuddle or anything, but the guy always seems willing enough to spend every single second of our moments together touching me somehow. It’s like he needs to feel me in any way. And I’m not complaining.

I like the way how he tangled our legs together, how he keeps holding me tightly against him and how he pushed the coffee table a bit aside so that we could have a bit more of space on the carpet. I like the way how he slowly breathes in and out, unconsciously rubbing my lower back with his thumb while he does so. I like how his lips are half parted, so plump and pinky…

“Mhm, Kirs?” he mumbled, pulling me closer and pressing those damn lips to the top of my head, then lowering his face until they were on my ear.

“Yeah?” I whispered back, tightening my grip around his waist as well and feeling as his lips lazily curved into a half smile, still close enough to my ear. “Did I wake you up?” I asked slowly, trying not to talk too fast ‘cause, well, he probably wouldn’t understand.

I felt him shaking his head slightly, spreading kisses all the way from my ear to my neck, and then nuzzling his nose at the point where neck met shoulder. Oh well, if that wasn’t a good feeling.

“You’re still here,” he said again, the bit longer sentence making me notice his thicker accent, his voice still groggy from the sleep, and God. God. That was incredibly sexy. I could probably listen to that the whole day and I’d still feel this weird thing going down my spine. Couldn’t he be sleepy like, all the time?

“I am,” I half smiled at him, staring at the wall as I felt his lashes tickling the skin of my neck before he pulled away, carefully opening his eyes just enough so he could see me. Even if the light in the room wasn’t much, he seemed to have a hard time getting used to it.