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Chapter 67 - Ashley | Reveal

Then he reached for the cell phone from his nightstand again and dialed a number. It rang and he stood up, meanwhile pulling on a pair of jeans.

I watch him do it and I have to say that I can get used to this view. "Don't look at me like that or I won't be able to hold back and your pussy definitely needs a break." he whispered and I swallowed hard at his words.

How does he always manage to make me blush. I now tried to get up, but immediately regretted it again, however, I really need to go to the bathroom. When I came back Harry had just finished the phone call.

I lay back in bed, but Harry did not follow me. "I'm going to take a shower and make us something to eat afterwards. You can get some more sleep, okay baby?" he said as he leaned over me.

I nodded even though I would like it much better if he stayed with me, but eating something soon sounds very tempting too and now I'm bist too exhausted.

He surprised me when he suddenly closed the last gap between us and gave me a long but gentle kiss on the lips. Immediately this tingling in my stomach was back, like dancing butterflies.

I sighed as he pulled away again, his cheeks slightly flushed, and he wordlessly turned to leave. Apparently he was a little surprised at himself too.

While Harry was gone I took the opportunity to get some more sleep, now I was awake again and realized how hungry I actually was.

I was still wearing Harry's shirt and it smelled so deliciously like him and I twisted my hair into a bun. Just as I was about to get up the door opened and Harry brought in a tray with pancakes on it.

My jaw almost dropped. "I figured you'd be more comfortable if you didn't have to move around much," he said as he sat down next to me and set the tray down.

"Thank you." I mumbled still a little overwhelmed and my heart leapt again. I like this caring side of Harry, he shows it rarely but already more often than in the beginning.

"Pancakes?" I asked with a smile, the memory of when he made them for us before floating through my mind.

"The only dish I know how to make to some extent." he shrugged. "Other than that, I really suck at cooking."

"Yeah I already know but I can't really cook either, just about three to four dishes." I admitted as I picked my fork into the first pancake. "If you like I can show you."

"Hmm, are you trying to tempt me into a cooking date, Mrs. Scott?" he teased me with a smirk.

"I just want to show you more dishes so you don't starve, Mr. Styles." I countered, with a twitch at the corners of my mouth.

"So far I've survived superbly myself, thanks for the concern." he said with a wink and I chuckled.

"I can see that, but after all, you never stop learning, do you?" I said with pursed lips. Harry's gaze lowered to my mouth and he stuck his tongue out to run it across his lips.

"Surely." he replied as he looked me in the eye again. I could feel the tension between us growing, it's almost as if it never actually completely left.

But holy shit, did we just talk about a potential date? I just can't see myself doing that, it's so not like us or is it? No, we aren't like that.