It wasn’t until we heard Harry yelling for us through the flat that we quit fondling each other like teenagers and dressed. Which was just in time since he came barging into the room as if it was just a regular day. Though I guess to Harry it was. He didn’t know I’d just lost my virginity to the man I’d been pining over since I was 14, perhaps before that. Though he was a right sodding prat then. Didn’t change how stupidly handsome he was. Or his devastatingly panty drenching dimples for that matter.