Harry looks up from his phone when I walk in.
He is leaning against the dresser wearing a pair of sweatpants. His gaze darkens as he stares at me. I clutch the towel tighter around me and I know that my cheeks are a deep red from the blushing. I'm feeling all shy and reserved all of a sudden.
"Come here." He says in that low voice that sets my soul on fire.
I like it when he orders me around. I walk to him and he moves from his position to pull me into his arms.
He tucks my wet hair behind my ears and skims the sides of my face with his thumb.
"Are you sure about this? I don't want you regretting anything."
"Never been so sure about anything in my life."
"Why haven't you done this before, Bridget? You are beautiful, you have men stumbling over their feet to get to you. What were
