Cryssy's P.O.V.
There was a cough from somewhere to my left and I let my eyes trail over to where Harry watched me, arms crossed and his lean body propped up against the doorway.
"Hello," I said before turning back to the plates. I pushed the last of the eggs onto Harry's plate and shoved the pan in the sink before tugging out some forks from where I learned Harry kept them and slid two onto our plates. "Breakfast?" Harry shrugged and waltzed over. I swear, he looked like a f*****g super model as he pushed himself off the doorframe, his hip jutted out slightly and skin exposed a little from his t-shirt riding up. His long legs giving him a lankiness I found undoubtedly attractive.
God, I need to stop thinking like that.
We didn't move to the dining room table, but rather stood at the c
