"They still write poems about you, you know?"
He looked at me strangely, "Why?"
I shrugged, "You are a tragedy, people love to dwell on those."
He smiled to himself, "There is nothing tragic about grasping what you want... even if it's only for a mo...
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It had been precisely forty-one minutes since Harry had woken up, precisely forty-one minutes since he had been lying still on his bed, forty-one minutes since he had been staring at the beautiful girl sleeping beside him. After last night's make-out session, as a consequence of getting drenched in the downpour, Suzanna had caught cold within a matter of hours. She'd quickly showered and changed into his clothes. They'd made-out some more, until they fell asleep somewhere around 2 in the morning.
For hours, all they did was kiss. Harry didn't think it was possible to get addicted to something as miniscule as that, but he was, he was hooked to her strawberry lips.
Right now, she was fast asleep. With her head resting on his arm and face squished against his shoulder. Her brows were scrunched in a tiny frown and her lips were pursed; lost in some dream she must be having. He could spend hours simply admiring her, drinking her in as she just laid there. But it had been forty-one minutes, and his arm was starting to feel numb.
He tried his best to slowly pull his arms from under her head without having to wake her up. He had been moving slowly and cautiously, and was halfway done when his hand rubbed against her cheek. He was rewarded with a sharp inhale and a deepening frown.
He cursed internally, waking her up was not in his agenda.
Her eyes fluttered, barely opening half way when she seemed to have registered the presence of the lad lying right beside her. Her lips twitched in a tiny, but heavenly smile before her hands reached out to his torso, pulling him close and she snuggled against him. Harry sighed, wrapping his arms tightly around her again, his head now resting atop hers.
"Mmm... you're warm." She muttered against his chest.
His kissed the top of his head, feeling his heart warm at her words. "You're cute when you're half asleep like this."
He felt her hug him tighter, hiding her face in the process. This girl was adorable.
Harry nuzzled against her, inhaling her scent and letting her essence embrace him in all its entirety. He could happily just lie here all day with her and not do a single thing.
"Are you sniffing me?" she asked.
"Why do you smell so good?" he asked, still smiling as he avoided her question. He leaned in again, leaving light kisses along her jawline, under her chin. "It's making me crazy."
"I used your soap." She told him.
He pulled away slightly and raised his eyebrows at her.
