***Warning adult content. Not recommended for young readers. Another note, if you don't like it don't read it. Just move along. For the rest of you, enjoy the rebooted version of this chapter***

Harry's POV

There's something so incredibly sexy about shower sex. Maybe it's the literal steam filled room coupled with the steamy sexual tension. Or perhaps, it's the idea of getting physically and sexually dirty when the purpose of the showering is to get clean. The thrill of it all is intoxicating.

Either way, you can kill two birds with one stone. Get wild and fuck, bodies sweating and sexual fluids mixing, then carefully wash your lover's body. Actually, the washing sometimes leads to getting filthy all over again. Shit, whatever it is, I'm so turned on right now I can't take my eyes off her.

Willow is soaked with droplets of water, each one cascading down her body uniting with another. And in this moment my intent is joining with her to become one, body and soul. Using my sexual persuasions to take advantage of her all over again. She's unable to resist, and I don't say this to be cocky. It's plain and simple, neither one of us can resist the other.

I'm good at a lot of things, I'm more confident in my abilities in some activities than others. But she always makes feel that I am the master at sexually taking care of her. Each touch is like playing a perfectly tuned guitar, the fruits of my labor resulting in a song that I will forever crave. Her moans, whimpers, quickened breaths, and screams are what drives me to please her repeatedly. Without a doubt, she is my one and only muse.

She is my drug, loving her is my source of a high that cannot be replicated. To be fair, this could truly be the most dangerous of addictions. However, loving her is risk I'm willing to take. Ultimately, as with any relationship, things could come to an end for whatever reason. However, my time with her has taught me this is a gamble I need to take. I can't speak for her, but I knew in a flash that it was going to be worth it. Since that first moment, I dove in headfirst and I've never looked back.

"Baby, you look delicious right now."

She purrs with a twisted smirk on her face.

"Aren't you a little full after eating all that fruit and drinking that champagne Darling?" I tease.

Her eyes become dark with lust, and she pushes me against the shower wall.

"I'll always make room for you."

"Oh fuck Will, you could make me cum just listening to those dirty words coming out of your sexy little mouth."

"I suggest you restrain yourself, because this will be more than worth the wait."

My breath hitches and I audibly gulp. Hungrily she kisses my lips but detaches from mine much too soon. Losing that connection causes me to whine out of frustration. I try to pull her back; however, she moves quickly to the flesh directly under my ear, across my shoulder blades, and down my torso. Not one tattoo is missed along the way, nor does she miss swirling her tongue around all four of my nipples. My skin is on fire, making me weak in the knees. I brace myself by holding onto her shoulders.

When she reaches my laurels the tip of her tongue traces every detail on both sides. Her torture is relentless, making the muscles in my abs twitch in anticipation. My hard cock has a mind of its own, and patience isn't one of its virtues.

"Please I'm begging you, I can't take this anymore." I cry out.

She cackles maniacally as she forcefully pushes my hips against the wall again.

"Don't move, keep your ass pressed against the wall. Understand?"

"Yes Baby, but please I need your mouth on me now."

Without a bit of hesitation, she licks the precum from my slit, moaning in satisfaction. It's undeniable that she approves of my taste. Her tongue traces around my aching head, then ever so slowly down my shaft. She reaches my sack and greedily licks my balls, then engulfs one in her mouth then moves on to the other.

"Fucking christ."

This is much better than any other time she's given me head. Don't get me wrong, every time is amazing, she's the best I've ever had and always so generous with how much of me she can take down her throat. Bloody hell I'm a fool for her. However, this time the intensity has reached a whole new level. I'm not sure if it's the altitude or if she's just as hungry and wrecked for me as I am for her.

Possibly it's a mixture of both, but at this point I don't care what the reasoning. I don't want her to stop, but this is too good that I feel like I could blow any second and she hasn't even fully taken me in her mouth yet.

"Baby I'm so close."

She moans as if she's the one being pleasured. I know without a doubt she wants my release as much as I want to give it to her.

"Fuck Will, don't stop. You're so good to my cock. Jesus this feels so good."

I'm screaming with no shame or fear of anyone within earshot hearing me. My woman is incredible, and I'd tell everyone if I could.

"Oh god."

Her head bobs on me and my tip is repeatedly hitting the back of her throat and each time she reflexively swallows. It perfectly massages my head. I'm fighting with everything I have to keep my eyes from screwing shut. Watching her is almost as good as the magic she's performing with her mouth. I can't take it anymore, my hips buck forward, and she pushes me back against the tiled shower.

She has a menacing look in her eyes, dragging me along her tongue as she pulls me out.

"I said don't move...ass against the wall or I'll stop again."

I nod anxiously, as she takes a few kitten licks on my cock. Holy fuck she's edging me now. What the hell has gotten into her?

"Are you going to behave now?"

"Yes Darling, please I need to cum."

Just as I asked, she takes me down her throat once more. My pleasure climbs and I'm about ready to peak again. I can feel the tightening in my balls and my stomach muscles are twitching. She scratches her nails down my thighs and I almost lose it. I can't sit still, and my legs are trembling. Once again, she removes me from her mouth. Holy fuck, I was so close again.

"Behave Harry, or you'll regret it."

"Fuck Baby, I'm dying here."

"Hmm, well maybe if you learn how to follow directions you'll be rewarded."

"Ok I swear I'll stop."

With one hand on my hip she pulls me forward just enough to spank my ass. I can feel the sting leaving a handprint, my skin is throbbing in the most delightful way. I growl the word fuck and beg her to do it again.

"With pleasure." She teases.

She spanks me again.

"More?"

"Yes please."

Another spank.

"I've been dying to punish you."

"Holy fuck, this is so hot."

She rises from her knees and comes up to kiss me. My cock is painful, leaking, and throbbing. But I love these games she's playing; I know if I play along it'll be well worth every second. Her tongue sneaks its way into my mouth, and she's ravaging me with her kisses. Her right hand is lazily stroking my cock, and she takes me by surprise when she wraps her other delicate hand around my throat applying just enough pressure to be pleasurable.

"Baby, can I play rough with you?"

Biting my lower lip, I eagerly plead with my eyes.

"Mmm thank you my love." She squeezes a bit harder around my throat. "You like this?"

"Yes, you drive me fucking crazy. Spank me again, I want more."

She releases my cock and spanks my ass so hard the sound echoes against the wet tiles.

"Holy fuck it feels so good."

"It looks like I've found some new games to play with you. Can I try one more thing? Then I'll swallow your cock again. I promise I'll let you cum this time."

"Yes, anything you want."

"Anything?"

I nod my head furiously. She releases all the grips she has on me and she goes down to her knees again. I have no clue what she's up to, but I'm damn sure excited to find out what it is.

She spreads my legs and shifts my hips forward. Her lips are leaving sloppy kisses where my thigh joins with my groin. Venturing further, after she takes a quick swipe of my balls. Her tongue reaches my ass and holy fuck licks my hole. Adding a little pressure her tongue slightly eases in, my breath quickens making me lightheaded.

I wrap my fingers in her hair to keep myself from falling. Her attack doesn't stop and jesus I've never had anyone eat my ass so perfectly.

"Do you want more Harry?"

"Fuck yes, don't stop."

As she continues her work, her hand sneaks in between her legs. She gathers her arousal on her index finger, then uses it to replace her tongue. She slips her finger inside me making a come-hither motion against my prostate. A groan comes out of my mouth that's unrecognizable to me.

"Fucking hell that feels good."

"I thought you'd like it." She smiles.

My head is spinning so much that I don't even notice her take my cock back down her throat. She works her mouth and finger in a perfect rhythm. I swear I've never felt pleasure like this before. No lover has ever been so generous and so aroused by fulfilling every fantasy of mine. The fact that we're not just lusting for each other, but we're simply madly in love intensifies this feeling more than imaginable.

Once again, my balls are tightening, and all it takes is three more times. Three times swallowing her throat around my cock, three times fucking my ass perfectly with her finger. One, two, three...and I'm screaming obscenities as cum spills down her throat. The only thing she's greedy with is swallowing every drop of me. I've never seen such a beautiful sight.

"Jesus fucking christ Willow, what's gotten into you?"

"Are you complaining?"

"Hell no I'm not. I'm just in shock."

"Mmm, I'm glad you liked it."

She stands back up and holds my weight for me. Usually I need to hold her up, but it's her turn this time. I can hardly stand on my own two feet.

She kisses me slowly, her tongue exploring mine and I'm enjoy the flavor of myself more than I anticipated.

"I fucking love you woman."

"I fucking love you, you crazy man. Now let's get cleaned up."

"Do you seriously think you could get away with that little stunt you just pulled without me fucking that beautiful pussy of yours?"

"Babe, you can hardly stand. You can pay me back later."

"Like hell I will."

I don't have a lot of energy left, but I dig deep into my reserves because I will not let her leave this shower before she's cumming around my cock and screaming my name. I turn her body facing the wall, both her wrists cuffed with one of my hands.

"Leave your hands here. M'kay?"

"Yes Harry."

I grab her by her soaked hair, weaving my fingers to get a tight grip. My other hand lifts her hips at the perfect angle for me to fuck her right into her sweet spot. I've memorized exactly where she needs me to give her an orgasm she'll never forget. I sure as hell don't forget any of the one's she's given me.

"Baby, please fuck me."

I can't believe my cock is still this hard, but all it takes is one quick thrust of my hips and I enter her with ease. Her body is so wet and primed for me. The grip, warmth, wetness, everything is perfect.

"God damn I love fucking you."

Completely wound up she doesn't utter a word, only moans and breathing sighs. She has me just as spun, and I can't hold back from fucking her the way I've been trying to avoid for months. But I literally have no more control. I pull her hair making her back arch and now I can reach her lips. I monopolize the kiss as we swallow the sounds of each other's panting and grunting.

My fingers are wrapped so tightly around her hips I can see her flesh is turning red, yet again I can't stop.

"Fuck me harder." She begs.

"Anything you want Darling."

I release her hair so I can hold both her hips. The bathroom is echoing with the sound of our wet skin connecting and each time I fuck into her it gets louder. Her screams match the volume each time. She's so close I can feel it, her walls are pulling me in deeper and they're pulsing around my cock. I'm dangerously close to the edge, so I beg her to cum because I can't wait much longer.

"Baby I need you to cum for me, I'm losing my mind here."

"Yes, I'm gonna cum...cum with me please."

And as I always do, I can't resist her demands, both of our orgasms synchronize into one epic explosion.

"Holy fuck, that was so fucking good."

I cry out, but there's no sound coming from her. She's barely breathing, honestly neither am I, but I need to get her to take a breath.

"Willow I need you to breathe for me Darling."

She's gasping for air, so I pull myself out and turn her body facing mine. She looks fucked out of her mind. She smiles deliriously, as she grips onto my biceps to hold herself steady.

"Keep breathing for me Love. You were starting to worry me."

"I'm fine, I swear that was just really intense."

"Yeah, the whole thing was. You sure are a little minx today."

She giggles as I grab the shampoo to wash her hair.

"I have no idea where all that came from, but I'm really glad you enjoyed it."

I snicker because of how understated the word enjoyed is in this situation. I continue to wash her hair and her body. Not once does she let go of me, her body starts trembling, so I wash myself quickly because I want to get her out of the shower.

"Ok we're all clean. Hold on to the wall so I can grab you a towel."

"Harry I'm fine I think I can stand on my own."

I step away from her slowly testing the waters, for some reason I don't trust her judgement right now. Just as I thought, she starts to sway, she actually looks a little faint.

"Willow, c'mon let's get you off your feet. I don't think you've had enough to eat today, especially for this much activity."

"Lesson learned, eat a larger meal before fucking each other senseless in the shower."

"You are so strange."

"I might be strange, but you're the one still keeping me around."

"You make a valid point, that must make me a little strange as well."

I take her over to the bed so she can lay down while I grab her clothes. She giggles, watching me move about the room still just as nude as the day I was born.

"Why are you so giggly? Too much champagne for you?"

"No, you're the one who drank most of it. I just like watching you walk around naked."

I flash her a cheeky grin and proceed to get myself dressed for our dinner reservations that we have once we land. In less than twenty minutes we're both ready to go.

"I can't wait to show you around. This means the world to me."

"Me too Baby. This trip is going to be amazing."

"I love you Willow."

"I love you too Harry."

***

Willow's POV

When we land in London and I'm so excited that I'm shaking. I've always wanted to visit Europe especially England, I've just felt some sort of connection to it.

Harry kisses me on the forehead and squeezes my hand; one, two, three. Most likely sensing my nerves, he leans in for a chaste kiss then flashes me one of his Cheshire grins, dimple and all.

"What's that smile for?"

"I just wanted to say welcome home Baby."

"Excuse me, what?"

He giggles at me and shakes his head.

"Did you forget I have a penthouse and a home here in London? No matter what England will always be home to me even if I get rid of my places here. My home is yours. So, like I said...welcome home."

"I can't believe I forgot about all that Harry. I'm so excited to see everything."

"We're gonna stay at the penthouse tonight, I'm having some remodeling done at the house. I'll take you home to get some rest after our dinner at Nobu. We'll stay here for a couple days until we head off to our next destination."

"Where exactly is our next destination?"

I can't resist asking, hoping maybe he'll give me a hint. I'm dying to know what he has planned.

"Nice try, I'm not telling you."

I fake pout as if he's going to tell me. He's better at keeping surprises than anyone I've ever met. Trying to pry secrets from Harry is like trying to break into Fort Knox.

"Let's get going, we have a reservation. And I'm starving, and you need to eat too. Have you ever been to the Nobu in Hollywood or Malibu yet?"

"Nope not yet. But I'm excited to try them out. I've heard great things. And yes, I'm starving too."

Harry grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs of the jet. There's a black Escalade with a driver waiting on the tarmac to take us to dinner. Although the spoiling isn't necessary, I promised Harry that I won't make a fuss about money for the rest of the trip.

I've made a promise to myself as well. I need this break; I'm even more exhausted than I was before we left on our trip. Maybe it's just because of the jet lag, or the ridiculously mind-blowing sex on the flight, either way I need some down time.

We have a driver for the evening, so Harry and I sit in the backseat side-by-side. This vehicle has the darkest tinted windows I've ever seen. It looks like something the President would be chauffeured around in. Just another thing that feels a little awkward, but I'm enjoying snuggling up to Harry in the backseat so I'm not going to let it bother me.

Throughout the drive Harry holds my hand with our fingers woven together while I rest my head on his shoulder. With each passing moment I'm noticing this place feels like home. I can't put my finger on the reason why, but the energy seems cozy.

The drive from Heathrow to Nobu takes about an hour. To pass the time he gives me a makeshift sightseeing tour along the way. The restaurant happens to be extremely close to Buckingham Palace and Hyde Park which is amazing.

When we get to the restaurant, upon outwards appearance the atmosphere seems to be quiet. No cameras or fans. No one knows Harry is back in London yet, so it's nice to have some private time without cameras flashing.

The inside décor has an eclectic Japanese feel, a modern vibe which is unique and pleasant to the eye. The seating is rather different. It isn't directly on the floor like some traditional Japanese eateries, but lower to the ground. Almost every table is round with booth type seating that is similar to the shape of a crescent moon in a shade of sage green.

"Mr. Styles your table is ready and the other guest in your party has arrived. Please follow me to your table."

My arm is linked with Harry's at the elbow and I tug a little bit to get his attention.

"Baby what other guest? Who are we eating dinner with?"

Harry's smile is beaming, and he refuses to answer my question. It doesn't take much longer for my question to be answered. Happy tears well up into my eyes, I look up into his green ones waiting for confirmation of who this woman is standing at our table.

"Baby that's her isn't it? That's your mum?"

He nods his head and kisses me on the back of the hand.

"Yes, that's Mum. Go on, I know you're just dying to give her a hug."

Anne is standing next to the table with a grin on her face that's infectious just like her beautiful son's. She kisses me on the cheek and wraps me tightly in her arms.

"Don't cry love, I want to see that gorgeous smile of yours that Harry won't stop talking about."

She releases me from her embrace to hold me at arm's length to get a good look at me.

"Darling, you're right, she's even more stunning in person."

Harry grabs his mum for his turn to get an embrace. He adores her, and his respect for her makes my heart swell with pride.

"I missed you my sweet baby."

Harry shakes his head embarrassed that she still calls him a baby.

"Mum I'm no longer a baby."

"I know, but you'll always be my baby."

She kisses him on the cheek, and he wipes it off like a young child would do when they're at the age they no longer want this type of affection from their parents. I find it adorable.

As always, Harry is a perfect gentleman ushering both of us to our seats. He slides in the booth next to me pulling me closer around the waist.

"Would you beautiful ladies enjoy some wine before dinner?" We both nod that we agree. "I do believe your favorite is Riesling isn't it Baby? And Mum you enjoy whites as well. Does Riesling work well for you?"

Anne nods that she would enjoy his selection. I smile because once again I'm reminded that Harry pays attention to the small details of all my favorite things.

"Harry you remembered."

He gives me a quick peck on the lips.

"Of course I did."

He politely signals for the waiter to come and take our wine order.

"You two are such an adorable couple. And you must be a good influence on my boy because I don't recall him having a good memory for such details."

I look up at him and beam with pride.

"Yes, actually he's pretty good, he makes sure to know all of my favorite things."

"Excuse me for being too forward, but I'm your mother after all so I'll speak freely. You two are in love with each other, aren't you? Truly, I can see it in both of your eyes. Son I haven't seen you this relaxed in a very long time."

"Yes, Mum I'm madly in love with her. I can't remember the last time I was this happy, if ever."

My face begins to blush at the two of them gushing over me. He squeezes my hand; one, two, three. Anne looks at me waiting for my answer.

"I can't even begin to tell you how in love I am with your son. I feel like I've been waiting my entire life for him."

A few tears form in the corner of Anne's eyes.

"Mum don't you start crying too."

"I'm just happy for you two."

"Thanks Mum, that really means a lot to us."

Our wine arrives at the table. The bottle is tinted red hiding that there's is a white wine within, the label is decorated in an ornate vine reading Schloss Johannisber 2004. I'm curious to see how this Riesling tastes in comparison to the $15 bottles Sam and I used to share on our lazy nights at home.

As with tradition the waiter opens the bottle and pours a bit in a glass offering it to Harry to sample. He politely waves it off motioning to me.

"This is a gift to her, let her be the judge."

I hesitantly accept the glass and let a bit of the wine rest on my tongue. There's a pleasant hint of citrus and it's easily accepted by the pallet. Nothing bitter or difficult to drink down, it's perfect.

"Is this up to your standards ma'am?"

"Yes, it's exquisite."

With that, the waiter continues pouring the three of us our own glasses.

"Shall I come back later to take your order."

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

The three of us continue talking for quite some time. She asks about the girls and how they like their school. Then the conversation shifts to questions about the band. And we tell her about Niall and Sam being in a relationship.

"That's adorable, your best friend Sam is dating Harry's best friend."

"They really seem happy together too. Who would've thought a night out for my birthday would've resulted in two incredible relationships? It was the best night of my life."

Harry looks at me, smiling with his eyes.

"I'd definitely have to agree with you my love."

***

The meal is perfect; we order shrimp and lobster with spicy lemon dressing, king crab tempura, and tenderloin of beef with teriyaki. We split each entree so each one of us can sample a bit of everything. When the meal is through Harry insists that I get a slice of Berkeley Cheesecake because he knows how much I adore cheesecake. The dessert is vanilla with an oat cookie crumble, raspberry foam, and ginger ice cream.

"Ok I'll order it, but you're eating it with me. I'm so full."

"Yes darling, that sounds like a deal."

We spend a bit more time talking about what's upcoming for the new album while waiting for our desert. It arrives at the table and looks heavenly. I look from Harry to the dessert and back at him. He snatches the fork loading it with a bite bringing it to my lips.

"Harry you don't have to feed me."

"Hush, just take a bite."

Anne giggles at her son's attempt at being a romantic boyfriend.

I relent and let the assorted flavors blend on my tongue.

"Wow, that's fantastic. Now it's your turn."

Harry hands the fork to me implying that he wants me to feed him as well.

"Harry Edward Styles you're hopeless and stubborn."

He nods his head and flashes a cheeky smile.

"If you insist."

I feed him his bite and his face washes over with pleasure, experiencing of all the flavors. We finish up eating and Harry pulls me close to him holding my hand under the table. My head rests on his shoulders and I feel like I could fall asleep in the middle of the restaurant.

"I think it's time to call it an evening darlings. You must be jet lagged, go home and rest so you can enjoy your vacation."

Harry stands first offering his hand to Anne to escort her from the table then does the same for me.

"Anne I must say you've done a great job raising such a gentleman. I thought chivalry was dead until I met him. I can't thank you enough for meeting us for dinner. I'm so happy we've finally me met."

"Me too dear. Harry take her home to get some rest, she's looking exhausted."

"I promise to take care of her Mum."

We give our goodbye hugs; Anne's driver pulls up to take her to her hotel. And once again the black Escalade shows up to take us home.

***

On the ride back to the loft I rest my head on Harry's shoulder as he slowly rubs circles on my back with his fingertips. Somewhere along the way I fall asleep and he moves my head to lay peacefully on his lap while he runs his fingers through my hair. My eyes flutter open a time or two and I smile to myself when I hear him whispering to me in my sleep, at least he thinks I'm asleep.

"I love you my sweet angel, always and forever."

I really am the luckiest woman alive. I love him more than any words can describe. I'm daydreaming and, in a fog, when he pulls me from my thoughts. Harry lightly shakes me to tell me that we're home.

"Wake up beautiful, let's go inside."

I sit up and stare him in the eyes quickly kissing his full, raspberry colored lips.

"I love you Harry."

"Love you too Babe. Let's get you to bed."

The condo building is gorgeous, mostly glass on the outside. The building itself is shaped in a wavy pattern lined with terrace after terrace. The inside lobby is modernly decorated to match the eclectic style on the outside. We take the lift to the 10th floor; Harry outstretches his arm allowing me to exit the elevator first.

"Ladies first."

I grab him by the chin and kiss him once more.

"My man, the love of my life. Always such a gentleman."

"Anything for you my queen." He stares down into my eyes with the deepest adoration I've ever known. "C'mon let's get inside."

Harry unlocks the door, ushers me in and turns off the security alarm.

"Oh my god I love it baby. Look at that view, and the living room looks so nice and cozy. This doesn't look like the bachelor pad I expected."

He shrugs his shoulders.

"Ehh, I've never been one of those young, single, partiers. I like to feel comfortable and have a place to come home and relax. As you know, relaxation and privacy can be a luxury that I don't get very often."

"You know one of the things I admire most about you?"

"What's that? My good looks, charm, my wit?"

"Well those are high at the top of my list. But I was going to say that you've found a way to stay grounded throughout this wild ride you've been on since you were 16. I'm so very proud of you."

A little tear sits quietly in the corner of his eye and he smiles.

"I'm so lucky to have you. You have an uncanny way of looking beneath the surface and finding the best in people. Especially me, not everyone appreciates or notices these qualities. They see what they want to see, what the media wants them to see. Never once have you had preconceived notions about me. Never once, have you doubted my worth. I don't even know what else to say except I love you."

"I love you too my sweet Harry. Anyone who can't see how wonderful you are is crazy. I want you to know my faith in you will never change. I'll always see the light in you."

Harry wraps his arms around my waist and mine are around the back of his neck. I rise on my tiptoes to kiss him in a way that shows him my words are undoubtedly sincere. He lifts me up by my waist and spins me around. Our lips are still attached; I'm captivated and dizzy purely from his love.

He carries me to bed, and we lay in each other's arms. Just kissing and enjoying the presence of the other. This has nothing to do with sex, yet everything to do with loving each other. It's another new experience for me and I know now that I'm hooked on special moments like these.

Harry cups my cheeks kissing my neck, then forehead, the tip of my nose, and finally my lips.

"You're looking sleepy Baby Girl. I'm gonna get you ready for bed."

I pout at him like a small child.

"But Baby, don't you want to make love to me?"

"Willow, I always want to make love to you. Every second of every day. But you need rest, I have a lot planned for us. And I can't tell you how badly I would love to just sleep in this bed naked holding you through the night. I've spent way too many nights alone in this much too empty bed hoping for a love like this. Someone just like you, to hold through the night. This would make me happier than you can imagine."

I smile sweetly at him.

"Really?"

Harry is like no other man, he's one of a kind. He's right, sex is great, and I would gladly have our bodies fit together for the rest of my life. But this, holding each other in our sleep, sharing our hearts means more and I will gladly sacrifice a night full of wild sex to enjoy being held in his arms. And to be fair, my body is drained.

"Yes really. Now come here and let me undress you so I can spoon that beautiful body of yours."

He takes me to the bathroom helps me wash my face and get my teeth brushed. He leads me to the bed and undresses me completely. Once he's finished with this task, he pulls down the sheets and lays me comfortably on the bed.

He poses my body, standing back just watching like he's appreciating a work of art in a museum. Purposefully making sure his gaze covers every curve of my body. Somehow, I don't feel subconscious having him stare at me in silence. I devour the pleasure he's radiating just enjoying the person I am. Imperfections and all, by the look in his eyes, to him I'm perfect.

"You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I just can't take my eyes off you. You're the love of my life do you know that?"

"As you are mine."

His smile is filled with gratitude and hope for our wonderful future together. Not a perfect future, but one that has bumps in the road that we can easily navigate together.

Harry removes his clothes and tosses them over the chair at his desk. Climbs into bed next to me. Our bodies melt together, fitting like two puzzle pieces.

"This is where I'm meant to be. I know this without a shadow of a doubt."

"Me too Darling."

He gives me one more long passionate kiss. I can feel him getting aroused but we both ignore it. We've planned to just be with one another tonight and we're sticking to it. Laying together in this bed, with linens that feel like the finest silk Harry rubs my back putting me fast asleep.