Savy'sPOV
I'm warm, to warm. Harry warm. Harry's body is wrapped around mine, and is struggle to move out from under him without waking him. He wont budge. I take this time to examine this beautiful man sprawled out across my body. His mouth slightly parted, his lips so pink so full. He looks peaceful. It looks as if he is smiling, maybe he's dreaming. I carefully push his loose curls back from his face. Slowly running my fingers down the side of his cheek the tracing over his lips. He doesn't wake. Memories from last night after we got home from the party flood my mind, as my fingers run over the freshly made love bite on the side of his neck. Come to think of it my body is quite sore. Harry did do a few numbers on me last night. I cant help but giggle. Him struggling to get his jeans of
