Delicate

Chapter 98

HAVEN STYLES

As I vaguely regain consciousness to the sound of birds chirping outside, I think that I'm in our Hollywood Hills house until I blink my eyes open to see nothing but blue and white. It's a blinding scene but it brings a smile to my face as I look to my right to see Harry is still knocked out cold.

He's on his bare chest with his head turned away from me on the feather pillow and the silky white sheets are pushed down just far enough for me to see the black waistband of his Calvin briefs. I force my eyes to stay open just so I can keep staring at the muscles in his back as it rises and falls with every slow breath he takes. The only thing that's missing are scratch marks, but that'll come soon enough.

I consider waking him, but if he's still sleeping and I'm awake, then he must be completely exhausted after the wedding and traveling. Unlike me, he doesn't sleep well on airplanes so I'm sure he stayed up for most of the nearly five-hour ride while I slept until we needed to get back into our seats for landing.

It was around 5 a.m. when we touched down so we were able to watch the sun slowly rise over the ocean in Santorini on our way to the private villa I rented for us, and I know I say this about all of our houses, but I think this one would be my favorite if we owned it. The architecture is modern, yet so traditionally Grecian in its white stucco makeup and open arch doorways, but it's the view that has me struck dumb as I sit up in bed and stare out at it.

The glass accordion-style wall across from our bed first shows us the infinity pool just steps outside of our bedroom, and beyond that is the deep blue Aegean Sea for miles and miles. We're so high up that I feel like we're quite literally on top of Santorini, which isn't the worst place to be at all. I can't wait to venture out with Harry and see the sights...but at the moment, I can't wait to eat everything.

The nausea in my stomach from lack of food is my main motivating factor to get out of bed and make breakfast, leaving Harry alone to sleep. The owners of the villa helped me figure out how to have a service bring groceries to the place yesterday, ensuring that we would have food upon arrival, which is probably the best decision I could have made as I pull all the ingredients out to make a decent spread for two—three, I guess.

While I get started on the sausage for myself first, snacking on a granola bar in the meantime, I think about how excited I am to surprise Harry with breakfast when he surprises me first. My whole body jolts when I feel his arms sliding around my midsection above my bump as well as his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Why are you awake?" I pout. "I was gonna make you breakfast."

"Mm," he stays still, holding me while I nudge the sausages with a spatula. Although he's obviously standing and holding his own weight, his body feels heavy as if he's still half asleep. "I should be making you breakfast."

The rasp in his voice gives me butterflies as I lower the heat on the stove and turn to see his messy hair and tired eyes, both of which bring an instant smile to my face. "You're so handsome."

"And you're a liar," he croaks out with a smirk.

"I am not!" I smile wider as he holds my throat and leans in for a slow kiss.

He hums out the most relieved sigh as his hand slips around to hold the back of my neck, scratching his fingers through my hair as I place my hands on his bare chest. His smile grows against my mouth as I slide my hands down to feel his abs contract under my touch.

"Did you sleep alright?" He tucks my hair behind my ears, letting me turn back around but staying close as I continue cooking.

"I slept really well," I nod. "You?"