I kept biting my lips together, hoping it would help, but it didn’t work. “On Top Of The World” was whistling through my apartment, a happy, sweet tune to match my insides. Unchecked joy. I could cross it off my list. In spite of my early morning doubts, Harry had once again brought me to a place of complete surrender…and I wanted to surrender to him over and over again. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed sex. Waking up beside someone, having someone send you over the edge like that…having someone to talk to…or stare at across the table. I’d missed it. Brushing the crumbs from his fingertips, Harry grinned at my hungry eyes. We hadn’t said much to each other since he took me against my kitchen counter. My body was still buzzing from his magic touch, and he seemed unusually quiet. Although the goofy, dreamlike expression on his face told me he was feeling pretty much the same way I was.
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