I’ve never showered with an audience; aside from the few times Harry has been an active participant. I feel a bit nervous, as anyone would if being examined so closely, every movement and expression up for his scrutiny. It appears as though Harry’s about to keep his promise, sliding to the floor with his back against the wall. He tugs at his laces and kicks his boots to the side, making himself at ease, but I’m left in wonder.

Do I perform an awkward striptease or completely ignore Harry by pretending he isn’t here? I don’t want to try too hard or be fake. The key here is confidence, I remind myself. There’s no reason to be bashful now when Harry has proclaimed how much he loves my body. With that mental nudge, I hope I can do this without my insecurities getting in the way.

Biting my tongue, I gaze down at Harry as I undo each button. He isn’t smiling as I had envisioned him to be, making me feel more vulnerable. He takes out his phone from his back pocket just as I’m about to slip out of my dress. Great! I’ve bored him already and now he’s searching for other means of entertainment.

My eyes fall upon the yellow towel hanging on the wall. I unsnap my bra and pause when I hear a tune pierce the silence. Glancing back at Harry, he winks and places the phone on the floor beside him. The song is mellow with a soothing male voice, acoustic guitar and soft drumming. The new found noise distracts me of my thoughts so that I may continue on.

I shimmy my hips, freeing them of my underwear and adding them to the pile. Reaching over to turn on the hot water, I take a quick glimpse at Harry who seems quite amused and ready. Lastly, I tie my hair up in a bun as I step into the steamy shower, leaving the curtain open halfway. Harry scoots closer for better viewing, making me smile as he raises his knees and chews on his bottom lip.

The lump in my throat is gone and my nerves dormant, allowing me to bathe accordingly, peeping at my admirer every now and then. His eyes are locked on me, dancing over me, roaming all around. We make eye contact but his gaze lingers above and below my waistline. Harry remains emotionless, making it hard to read him so that I’m left only with my assumptions.

As a test, I lather my hands and gracefully smother the suds across my chest. Harry’s eyes widen immensely and his knees fall. Placing his palm over the increasing muscle below his zipper, I watch as he adjusts by squeezing lightly. My smile is louder than I intended, capturing two lust-filled eyes. Then mine zoom in on those heart shaped lips as they thin out into a wide smile.

“I’m enchanted, I can’t help it,” Harry blushes.

“I can tell but you’re so quiet.”

“For once, my mind is blank . . . I’m just a happy spectator.”

I reciprocate his smile and shut the water, pulling the curtain back all the way. Grabbing the shaving cream and razor, I lift my foot upon the tub. My body bends forward to collect that first stroke and then flick it away. Just as I’m about to repeat the same step, Harry slowly kneels and strikes me with a pair of expanding pupils.

“May I?” He pleads tenderly.

This day holds so many trust exercises for Harry and I; especially me. Handing over the razor, I focus on my breathing for it’s all I can do now. He analyzes where to continue, licking his lips and pressing them together. An expression of pure concentration. Harry decides to sit on the tub instead and carefully places his other hand upon my knee. Once he glides the sharp blade upward, his scowl softens and he delivers several more.

There’s a thin strip of foam on the back of my leg but Harry sits frozen and unsure. Wondering what’s wrong, my head tilts to the side and then I realize where his sight is aiming at. His face is but inches away from my stubby crotch. Embarrassed, I try to shelter myself by closing my legs and this causes Harry to flinch.

“Sorry,” he bites down on his lower lip. “Your scent is distractin'.”

“I can take over, you don’t have to impress me anymore,” I grin.

“Let me finish.”

Leaning his head to the left of my leg, away from my center, Harry accomplishes his task. Long fingers slide down my skin, scanning for any missed spots. There’s hesitation as he pulls away and hands me back the tool.

“You’re done?” I frown.

“Afraid so. My jeans have become rather hazardous at the moment.”

Harry scrunches his nose as he stands and stretches in a semi plié while grabbing his groin. The music ceases and the phone is slid back in his pocket. Something tells me the show is over.

“I’m gonna do some pamperin’ of my own under a cold shower now.”

I nod and continue shaving my other leg still aware of the silence and lack of movement. Peering up once I’m done, I can’t help but smile again at his unwillingness to leave.

“Are you waiting for me to invite you in?”

“Nah, I just can’t seem to pull away . . . nor can he.”

“Well tell HIM,” I add acknowledging his bulge, “I’ll be kissing him shortly.”

Harry’s brows boomerang at my announcement and his eyes shimmer with delight. He bites down on his knuckle and I finally crack, bursting in laughter. Forgetting that I’m drenched and completely naked, I’m absolutely in love. I love the way he makes me feel and the changes that he’s produced in me. Not only am I looking forward to tonight but I’m hoping to do things that will shock the both of us.

“You tease!” Harry pulls the curtain close.

“Oh come on! I know that got you exci-ted!” I shout and turn the water back on.

“Hush!”

I poke my head out and pucker my lips. This is where I’m supposed to get an ‘I forgive you’ kiss but instead Harry playfully pushes my face back inside.

“I have to admit, I’m surprised you kept your promise.”

“I know, cuz you don’t trust me.”

“No, I do. And you want to hear something funny?” I ramble on while beginning to shave down south.

“Hmm?”

“At first I was confused and thought that my ‘distracting scent’ was a bad one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! I was tempted to jump in there and bite you.”

“Fully clothed?”

“You didn’t have the water runnin’ at the time.”

“I thought so, you wouldn’t dare try that now,” I mumble.

Commotion startles me when I see Harry climb in the tub. I gasp and quickly pull the razor away. I wasn’t planning on wetting my hair but who could stop this boy in a wet t-shirt pressing against me. Crashing his lips against mine while his fingers smooth over my backside; I’m overwhelmed with arousal. His clothes are hard on my skin but his mouth feels wonderful as it mixes with the invading streams of water. And just like that he pushes away.

Damn!

All I see are his wet locks falling around his face and his tattoos clearly outlined through his white shirt, now clinging to every curve of his torso. Is it possible to be wetter than I already am? My chest is tight and my lower abdomen aches, but Harry show’s no mercy as he bends on one knee and looks directly at my half shaven mound.

“And I’ll be eating you . . . shortly,” his words are affirmed by a soft kiss.

Merciless.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Tenerife Sea" - Ed Sheeran

---

Happy Monday!

So I thought, I could either write a very long chapter, since I enjoyed writing the build-up so much, or I could share the appetizer and hopefully satisfy your tummies/hearts later. . .

Let me know if the descriptions are becoming a bore. Your opinions are heard and appreciated :) xoxo Much love!

Updating in a few days ;)