You were in the elevator up to Harry’s penthouse, his arms around your waist as you rest your head against his neck, where the soft warm skin of his chest meats the expensive polo he’s wearing. You press a kiss there, and in turn he presses a kiss to the top of your head, your hairline meeting his lips perfectly.

His moustache slightly grazed against your skin as he smiles. He closes his eyes as the doors open and sighs “Cmon baby”