31

                                    

                                          


                          
Harry's POV:
                          
"I'll keep trying to hide the way I feel inside," I crooned the last line quietly into Bee's ear. She let out a long, slow sigh and placed her hands over my forearms, looking down as she held them.
                          
"That song is too short," she whispered, running her hands up and down my forearms.
                          
I wiggled a bit from underneath her. "You crying again? Is that why you're not looking at me?" I asked lightheartedly, even though I really hoped she wasn't actually crying.
                          
She turned her head to look at me, leaning her head back as she took in all my features, and her eyes were clear. "Nope, I'm good. For now." Then she patted my forearms and shifted her weight until she was sitting on her knees in front of me. She placed her hands on my hips and said, "I'm not tired yet."
                          
I gave her a lazy smile and picked at her hair with my fingers, trying to put all of the strands where I believed she'd want them to be. "I should be tired, but I'm not either." I gazed over her rosy complexion, taking my time as my eyes decided on their own accord to fall down to her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts, all so soft and pink.
                          
When I brought my eyes back to her face, she was looking down and then she shifted from her spot, clasping her hand over her mouth. "Oh my god," she mumbled.
                          
I looked down to see the large wet spot a few inches in front of me. When I looked back at her she looked guilty.
                          
"I'm so sorry," she said while shaking her head. "We should've put a towel down. What a rookie mistake. I'm sure I can fix it." She stood up on the bed and went to turn around but I caught her hand.
                          
"It's fine, Bee," I said, smiling up at her, "Don't worry about it." Then I looked back down at the spot and couldn't help but grin. "And you're welcome," I said before giggling, making Bee pull her hand from mine and get off the bed in a huff.
                          
She started walking toward the bathroom and I bit my lip to get a halt my childish giggle and followed after her to make sure she wasn't actually upset.
                          
When I got into the bathroom she was stood at the sink gathering her hair on top of her head and tying it up into a bun. She had just the light above the sink turned on, shining brightly down on her and keeping the rest of the bathroom lit enough to see.
                          
She caught my eye in the reflection and said, "We weren't going to sleep under that duvet anyway. It's huge and you sweat like a pig in your sleep."
                          
I put my hand on my chest and gasped. "You wound me," I said dramatically.
                          
I leaned against the wall behind her, watching her wash her face. She glanced over the few products I had lined up on the side of the sink, but didn't use any until she patted her face dry and reached for the small bottle of oil. She looked at me through the mirror after she squeezed one drop into her palm, rubbing her hands together and applying it across her face. "We use the same brand of Argan Oil."
                          
I nodded, as if this was very interesting information. "And what about the rest of my skincare products? I've got some nice stuff there," I gestured with my chin as I spoke.
                          
She turned around and leaned against the counter, folding her arms over her naked chest. "I don't use anything else on my skin. I wash with water and use Argan Oil because my skin is so dry."
                          
I puffed out air. "Lucky you."
                          
We looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, and I wondered if she was thinking the same thing as me - how do we prolong the rest of this night?
                          
I glanced around the room and my eyes landed on the clawfoot bathtub. Since she had been looking at me, her eyes followed mine, so when I looked back to her expectantly, she smiled and nodded once.