Best Friends Don’t... (Part III)
Friends-to-lovers harry and y/n miniseries
‘Movie night’ had long since been forgotten – it was pushed off only by a few minutes as Harry led you back to his room, headed straight for his bed where the covers still lay disheveled from where you’d walked in on him earlier.
You’d delayed ‘movie night’ for a few minutes more once his lips found yours again, biting back hungrily, taking little time to breathe in between each gnash. His hands helped yours guide the shirt from your shoulders up and over your head, a slight pause between your parted mouths to throw it across the room, and then right back to melting into one.