CHAPTER 51
I wash him up, our eyes locked together. It felt like he was waiting for something. He kept on clearing his throat.
"Are you alright?" I asked, trying to hide away my smile.
"Yea..yeah...I just want us to be quick. I'm so tired." He said, hiding his intentions.
"Oh, really. I actually thought you wanted us to umm...well you're so tired." I shrugged.
"But...i" He tried to speak but I intruded.
"Forget it, Harry. Let's get this done quickly. Wash my back, will you?" I turned my back to him, his body in contact with mine. His touch sent shivers down my spine. How can I keep up this act when he's so good at turning me on?
Harry's POV