Because Harry is right.
It’s overflowing with requests, more than I can hope to manage alone.
“I’m going to need to hire an assistant to handle all this new traffic,” I mutter, biting my lip. “And I’ll definitely want to start taking the video channel more seriously. Video is where most of the traffic is, you know, and it’d be a shame to let this opportunity slip … What? Why are you grinning at me, playboy?”
He wraps his arms around me, hugging me close to him so that I can smell our sex from earlier, overlaid on top of the just-Harry smell.
“I’m just so proud of you, Grace,” he whispers.
I grip on to his back, laying my cheek against his chest and letting out a contended sigh.
“Harry,” I murmur a moment later.
“Hmm, sweetheart?”
“I think this summer might’ve even been better than the one when we were kids. You know …afterthe weirdness.”
I feel him grin as he kisses the top of my head, his lips twitching.
“You’ve got a point there,” he murmurs gruffly.
I love you.
Why can’t I just fricking say it?
We used to say it all the time when we were kids.
But it just won’t come out.
