Pretty Please Don't Pinch Me

36. The Chase

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Harry.

Waking up, he's the very first thought that enters my mind. I feel a comfortable sense of warmness embracing my body, and I can hear his slow and steady heartbeat through his chest. We're almost in the exact same position as we were when we fell asleep last night, only his arms have become heavier as his body has relaxed, and our legs are now intertwined in a beautiful arrangement. The last few nights spent with him have been perfect, though this time it's different. This time my mind is at ease while he holds me. I decide that this is most certainly my favourite way of waking up – with him.

An unfamiliar soreness presents itself in between my legs, and scenes from the night before from flooding back. I absolutely have no regrets sleeping with Harry, and feel that it has only intensified our bond. For now, I try to ignore this dull ache inside me, and I look up at his beautiful face. He looks so peaceful while he sleeps. His features are more relaxed, and the little crease in between his eyebrows is missing. I wonder what's going on in that captivating mind of his...

I crane my neck to my alarm clock and try to make as little movement as I can without disturbing him.

9:03am.

I'm so content while we lie there together, skin on skin, and almost want to punch myself as I have an intense urge to use the bathroom.

Why can't I just lay here forever with him?

With extremely slow movements, I grab his heavy arm, lifting it from off around me, and it falls limply back onto the bed. I check to see his face, but he seems just as asleep as he was before. Now time for the difficult part. I slowly bring my leg in closely towards myself so that he only has one leg wrapped around me and I'm soon out of his warm embrace. I'm so impressed with my sneaky skills, and move at a snail's pace while climbing off the mattress to avoid any rapid movements or squeaking.

Success!

I run quietly to the bathroom, and when I flush, I spot what appears to be blood on my underwear.

How could I possibly forget such a crucial part of the whole losing your virginity process?

I throw my underwear into the washing machine, and quickly shower and brush my teeth to freshen up. When I'm finished, I admire myself in the mirror, almost searching for some kind of giveaway that something monumental has happened. Physically, I'm the same person, just slightly... happier? I grab some clean underwear from the laundry, and when I return to the bedroom, change into the shirt Harry was wearing last night, and immediately I'm immersed in his scent. Careful not to step on any squeaky floorboards, I tip toe back to the bed, and slowly crawl in with Harry. Lifting the doona cover up, I ease in, but not before I spot the specks of blood that have now seeped into my sheets.

Oh God.

How can I remove them without Harry seeing it? Somewhere between my internal mental dispute I'm having with myself on how I can successfully remove the sheets without Harry seeing, I hear him begin to stir. I quickly kneel over the area where I've leaked, and a smile forms over his delicate features, his torso sprawled handsomely across my bed.

"Morning beautiful," he smiles, his voice hoarse from only just waking up. "I know I'm exceptionally good looking, but you need to stop watching me in my sleep," he winks cheekily, before yawning. Picking up on my anxiousness, he stares at me curiously.