He settled into bed, waiting for Tom to join him after he finished brushing his teeth. Tom crawled onto the mattress, closing the curtains and casting privacy charms before tucking his wand under the pillow and curling over Harry. Harry took in his fiancé’s beautiful face and tried to push the sick feeling in his stomach down. It wasn’t worth thinking about. Tom would love him or he wouldn’t, and there was nothing Harry could do about it either way.