|Ethan|

One Week Later

In my "office" is where I was located. Some would say that the room was a bit messy, but the disorganization was the only way I kept up with my belongings. Every time I tidied up I seemed to lose something important, so I needed the slight clutter.

I was on my computer designing new things, scrapping some of them, and repeating the process for quite a while— hours probably. I tended to focus on tasks too hard. I wouldn't stop working on them until they were perfect, but I couldn't help it. Especially in that particular case.

I had spent forever trying to make something special — just for Harper — and it wasn't going my way. I had the perfect colors, font, and art picked out; however, it was still missing something. I rested my elbow on my desk and dropped my face into my hand.

"You okay?" Harper asked, startling me.

I threw the blanket on my swivel chair over my computer screen— the surprise would've been ruined before it was even finished if she'd seen it.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, turning in my chair to face her.

She cocked a brow, "Are you really? You've been in here for hours again."

"Yes, baby, I'm ok. Just wanna make sure this new design I'm working on comes out perfectly."

"I'm assuming you don't want me to see it?" she asked, shifting her weight onto her other leg.

"Not yet, but soon. I promise."

She smiled slightly, "Okay. I brought you some of those cheese cracker thingies." She pulled two packs out of her (my) hoodie pocket and handed them to me.

"Thank you, baby," I immediately ripped one open. Hadn't realized how hungry I was. She smiled again and opened her mouth to say something, shutting it right after. "You ok?"

She let out a breath, "I wanna do something, but I'm nervous."

I finished off the first pack of my snack — ooh, bars — and tossed the empty container in the trash bin, "What are you nervous about?"

"Singing to you."

I shot her a look of confusion, "Baby, you sing to me all the time."

"Yeah, but nothing I've written..."

"You've been writing?" I asked and she nodded.

"I have this song I wanna sing to you, but I'm afraid that you won't like it."

"Harper, it's a song by you. Anything you create is amazing to me," I said seriously. My babygirl wrote it; of course I was gonna like it.

"Okay," she breathed, "I'll sing it."

"I'm all ears, baby," I grinned and she stood in front of me.

I listened to Harper sing her heart out. A shit-eating grin was plastered on my face throughout the entire song. She got really into her little performance and would shift around, play with her fingers, and shut her eyes when she'd hit a high note. I was in awe. When she stopped, my lips formed into a pout.

Harper's brows knit, "You didn't like it?"

"No, I loved it," I assured her, "When'd you write that?"

"I wrote a lot when we were broken up... Making a song out of the situation made me feel slightly better. Well for the first week, at least..." I noticed her shift uncomfortably.

"We don't have to talk about that if you don't want to."

She nodded and relaxed, "So, the song wasn't garbage?"

"Of course not," I took her hands in mine, "It was amazing, Harper. You're amazing. I wish you'd stop doubting yourself."

"What's so amazing about me, anyway?"

What's so amazing about her? Where do I even start?

"You're smart, funny as hell, and have a big heart for those you care about," I listed off and watched her blush grow. "You're talented as fuck, loyal, and protect what's yours. And don't get me started on how beautiful you are."

"Beautiful? I look a mess right now."

"A mess?" I asked incredulously and she nodded. "You never look a mess."

"Yeah, right..."

"What am I gonna have to do to get you to listen to me?" I asked and she shrugged. I stood up and lifted her off the ground.

"Ethan!" she whined as I carried her to our bedroom. I set her on the edge of the bed. "What're you doing?"

"I'm about to tell you how beautiful you are," I stood in front of her, "First off, your curls are gorgeous and they frame your face perfectly." I placed a kiss on the top of her head before tilting it back slightly, "I get lost in those big brown eyes every time I look into them. And it's so cute when you scrunch up that little nose of yours."

Harper blushed and tried not to do the nose scrunch, but failed, making me smile. She pouted.

"Those fucking lips always look so kissable," I continued, glancing down at them and licking my own lips. She bit down on her bottom one slightly. "Especially right now."

Harper gripped my hoodie and pulled me down for a kiss. I melted into it instantly and kissed back harder. I nibbled at her bottom lip, asking for entry. She let me in and I wrapped my arm around her back.

I lifted her and moved us both to the top of the bed. I hovered over her and started leaving kisses down her neck. I sucked on the sensitive patch of skin right under her ear and she let out the faintest moan.

"The little noises you make are so sexy," I mumbled against the hickey I'd just made. I pressed my lips to hers again and slid one of my hands up her hoodie. She pulled away from the kiss and started pulling the hoodie off. I helped her pull it over her head and tossed it onto the floor as I marveled at her bare chest.

I moved down to lick and suck on both of her nipples. I massaged one breast while the other was in my mouth. I pulled away slightly and looked up at her.

"Your boobs are works of art. I love watching them bounce when you jog, and when you're riding me," I kissed down her stomach and lingered at the band of her shorts, "Your stomach is so soft and smooth." I flipped her onto her front side and ran my hands up the backs of her thighs until I was massaging her butt cheeks over her shorts, "Still don't know how you manage to be so small with an ass like this..."

She whimpered slightly when my fingers slid underneath the fabric and squeezed, "Stop teasing me."

I smirked and flipped her back over before I tugged her shorts and panties off. I gripped the backs of her knees and lifted her legs over my shoulders. She sighed when my tongue met her core. I wanted to tell her how sweet she tasted, but I would've had to stop in order to do that.

She arched her back, "Shit. F-fingers." I pulled my mouth away and slipped one into her, moving it quickly. "More," she moaned and I added another finger.

"You're so tight; even around my fingers," I said as I pumped them in and out of her faster. Her breathing got heavier and I could feel her walls clenching. I started flicking my tongue against her again and she fell over the edge loudly, digging her toes into my back.

She was panting and smiling when I looked up at her. I crawled up her body and kissed her lips, "So, beautiful, is there any more doubt?"

"Just a little bit," she answered and I furrowed my brow, "But I know what'll clear that up." She reached down and palmed me over my sweats. Oh? I smirked and pulled back to yank my hoodie and shirt off. She tugged my bottoms off and I cleared that doubt right up.

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