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Something she loved about Harry’s house was that it was always warm. The heater was on since the moment a coat was required to go outside and boots made their appearance on the doorway.
It wasn’t like she hated being cold— she actually preferred it over the unavoidable hot weather of warmer seasons— but the feeling of entering his house with a slightly runny nose, feet aching after a long day, and being invested by the coziness of the warm temperature was just unbeatable.
It was like sitting by yourself in one of those small cafés that seemed carved out of a movie, slow jazz music playing softly on the speakers and a fuming cappuccino just waiting to be savored, while the sun was taking his time to set in the distance.
So, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as another hard day came to an end, slipping quietly through the door into the comfort of that warmth. She removed her shoes and lazily hanged her coat on the clothes hanger. She stepped into the open space living room and smiled by herself, happy to finally be there. Harry’s house was big and neat, the total opposite of the little apartment she had lived in for the past few years, but since she started going over it started to fill with little things that really made it feel like home. The photos of the two of them messily placed on the shelves, the little magnets in the shape of every animal possible resting on the grey fridge, the plants and flower adorning the wide window. She breathed in and let escape a chuckle. It was funny that the owner of that house was everything but warm, at least with people that weren’t her.
«Harry? »
She peeked into the bedroom and there he was, already under the soft blanket, gently resting on the headboard with his phone in his hands. He looked up and a small smile formed on his lips as he gestured her to come closer.
She walked to his side of the bed and sat on the comfortable mattress.
«You seem tired. » He said, his low voice music to her ears.
«Mh-mh. It was a long day. But I’m fine now that I’m here, he he. » She smiled as he cupped her face with his hand and she leant in, leaving a small peck on his lips.
«Have you already eaten? We still have those rice cakes Malong brought the other day. » He said almost in a whisper, his eyes lingering on her lips as she shook her head.
«Don’t worry, I’ve eaten something on the way. Is it Rachel? » She asked, nodding towards his phone.
«Yeah. Her and Tain are coming tomorrow. I’ve tried to ignore them but… such nuisances. »
She smiled at his grumpiness as he shook his head.
She then got up, stretching her arms up in the air and moving to the walk-in closet.
«I’m gonna take a shower. Keep the bed warm for me, mh? »
She quickly picked her pajamas and underwear before disappearing in the bathroom. The water was warm but she still felt chills going down her spine as she stepped out the shower. At least the whole room smelt like Harry’s cologne.
She soon came back to the bedroom while massaging her damp hair with a towel, her body wrapped in her deep green pajamas that she bought to match with Harry’s. A stupid idea really, since he still hadn’t agreed to match with her, but she was sure she was going to change his mind.
«You should dry your hair properly before you catch a cold. » He told her as she slipped under the blanket.
«Don’t start to nag me. You’re the one who never dries his hair after you go swimming. They always smell like chlorine. » He let out a deep chuckle as she combed his hair with her hand, snuggling closer to him.
«Ack, your feet are cold! » He exclaimed, but without moving an inch away from her.
«I’m all cold, see? » She said, grinning mischievously as she placed her cold hands on his face.
He quickly squirmed away, his cheek flushed. «Ya!»
She burst out laughing, her hearth full of content. He was cute.
That didn’t last long tough, as he quickly composed himself and pinned her down to the bed, his hands gently squeezing her wrists. He could smell the flowery fragrance of her shampoo, and he could taste the mint of her toothpaste in her mouth as he kissed her deeply, one of his warm hand travelling down to the hem of her shirt just as his lips moved to her exposed collarbone.
He was the one now grinning as he looked down at her, her blushing cheeks and the shy smile she was wearing so beautifully on her swollen lips.
«Then… isn’t it my job to warm you up?»