EDGE (H.S.)

32

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'Cause the ignorant mind is so peaceful, I find
I can't understand nothin' no more

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Chapter 32

Renny's Pov.

I laid in bed while Harry showered again. He attempted to pull me in there but we just woke up and I didn't feel like it. He said he 'smelt sweaty' and considering we had sex three times last night after the first shower, he probably does. I probably do too but i'll shower before I get ready for work.

It's only 8:19 in the morning.

He's such an early riser. He woke up at 7:45 and complained how that was late and he 'has shit to do'.

I'm a little sore but i'm also incredibly relaxed.

He joked that I was the one who was addicted last night and I teasingly said I was...but I think I fucking am. It's like I can't get enough of him. It's insane. Even though we argue a lot and probably always will. We just both have a lot of shit to work on individually.

Last night when he said what if he never gets tired of this...I felt a literal boost of serotonin. I'm starting to get very used to Harry. I like him being around. Even though he's such a fucking pain in my ass sometimes and he has to stop treating me like i'm a child, I still like him around. I was even a little fucking sad when he said he's flying to Oakland for a few days. Like what the fuck is wrong with me?

I do worry something will happen to him though. I mean he carries a fucking gun everywhere he goes. He's obviously very aware something bad could happen at all times given his job. Although i've noticed ever since I told him I don't like guns, he doesn't bring one in here anymore. Brave of him to leave it in his car but I know he must because he always has one on him.

I wish I knew what he was doing in Oakland. He said work shit but I just feel like we're so fucking private. I would share more if he would too. We kind of did in the shower that morning at the Hamptons but that's as much as I feel like we've ever shared.

I recognize that i'm deeper into this situation than I intended. I'm not blind to that. I hate that i'm deeper in this than I should be but I also don't wanna stop. I'm fucking confused.

I'm overthinking.

I pulled myself out of bed and lightly pushed the bathroom door open.

"Can I brush my teeth?" I asked through the cracked door, the shower water sounding through the bathroom. He chuckled and hummed. "Go ahead. It's your place." "Yeah but you're naked so I gotta ask." "Yeah. I'd hate for you to see it. It's not like we've been having sex all night or anything."

I flipped him off without looking through the shower but he laughed, a sound i've come to hear more of from him.

I like his laugh.

I'm just in a t-shirt that I changed into before I fell asleep last night and literally no underwear.

"You can still join me." His deep morning voice spoke as I wetted my toothbrush.