Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Is – or
needs Valentine’s Day if you’ve got the 13th of February… and workout-clothes?
(or basically just Holly and Harry smut)
her head only to be greeted with a grinning Harry who is currently leaning
against the doorframe of their bedroom. She hastily closes her notebook and
puts it on the nightstand right next to the bed on which she’s been sitting cross-legged
for quite a while now. Over the last few hours she’s been busy trying to figure
out what the fuck to get her boyfriend as a gift for tomorrow, a.k.a. the day
of hell, a.k.a. Valentine’s Day. She really can’t get behind the whole ordeal
but she’s decided to try this year – mostly because she figures Harry probably already
has the perfect present and she doesn’t want to end up with something mediocre
and stupid like… flowers. Yet, so far – that is all she’s got. Her
non-existent creativity is also reason why she opted out of accompanying him to
today’s kick-boxing class after work. It’s a thing they started doing a few
weeks ago and usually, they go to that fancy gym called ‘Boxx’ together.