I opened your eyes to find a sound asleep Harry laying directly beside me, with his arm resting on my waist. I moved your eyes down his face, examining every feature once again. I brought my eyes down to his lips, remembering the night before, smiling to myself. I found myself staring at two little sparrows poking out of his shirt, and I didn't think twice when I brought my fingers up to gently trace them.

A raspy, "Good morning" startled me as my face turned pink. He had no trouble with making me blush. I looked up to see Harry's emerald eyes open, staring down at me.

"You want to see them?" He asked.

Before I could even answer, his shirt was up and over his head. He reached for my hand and within a few seconds, my hand was on his chest again.

"No need to be shy just because I'm awake now." He teased. I let my hands trace over his tattoos when I suddenly heard myself ask why. His eyes suddenly went dark, and I could feel him tense underneath my touch.

"How about some breakfast?" He asked, changing the subject.

With that, he was standing and walking out of his room. I shook my head in confusion as his mystery was still left untold. It was crazy how nervous he made me feel when I barely even knew him, or his story.

I finally stood up and followed him out of the room, nervous at the sight of him when I noticed that he never put his shirt back on. I made my way over to the kitchen island and sat myself in a chair, watching him. I noticed he was cooking four eggs in a pan. I bit my lip as I tried my hardest to not let my eyes roam down his bare chest. He looked over at me with a small smile and I couldn't help but feel my insides melt. He must have noticed my lovestruck face because he turned his body to face me, leaning his elbows on the table in front of me.

"So.." He said.

I brought my eyes up to his and got distracted by how beautifully green they were. I got so distracted in my thoughts that even the feeling of his soft lips landing on mine barely caught my attention. He deepened the kiss, reaching his arms over the table, running his hands down my body. I shivered as I slowly brought my hands to the back of his neck, suddenly wishing the island wasn't between the two of us. He pulled away, bringing his lips to the side of my neck, leaving small sweet kisses.

"Harry.." I whispered.

This boy was the definition of confusing. I had no idea what he thought of me since he was so quiet and I had practically just met him, but he seemed to love leading me on. He brought his attention back to the food and smirked. "Don't wanna burn our breakfast."

I quickly shook my head in response, wanting so badly to ask him what just happened, but had no idea on how to say it.

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