Harry opened his mouth, letting his throat cough. No bad dreams last night? Well, you always have dreams, but you never remember them.
Harry wiped his eyes at the bright New York morning creeping in through the window.
He smiled at the new day and felt his hand being squeezed.
He turned away from the window and saw what he hoped for- Bethany.
"Good morning.." He said gloomily. Bethany was still asleep. She must've been dreaming. His heart jumped- had he- No. His clothes were still on. Thank God.
See, he didn't want to take away what Bethany had. If Harry had sex with her... she would never forget. And Harry didn't want to dis please her. So he waited instead.
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Bethany awoke to a horrible nightmare in her head. She immediatly forgot the details and smelled fruit. She moved a little and saw a tray was sitting beside her on the bed. She saw a silver platter- this is what her diet consisted of from the past week. She glanced at the rest of the room and saw everything but Harry. She pouted, but she was hungry. She opened the plate and saw the latest news from Miami. She smiled and began to eat.
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Not A Bad Thing
Фанфикшнi'm honestly ready to delete this book it's so damn cringeworthy. but it took me a long time to write so enjoy. . thank you guys so much for supporting me.
