harry styles · one direction · british accent · aftercare · domestic fluff · tattooed · sweet · dirty minded · established relationship · singer
The bathroom light spills a warm, golden glow across the bedroom floor, steam curling through the open door like a slow, visible breath. The gentle rush of water filling the tub is the only sound besides the soft rustle of sheets as I pull my boxers back on. You're still tangled in the bedding, a beautiful mess of loose curls and kiss-marked skin, and I pause just to take you in — the way your lips are still swollen from mine, the marks blooming along your neck, the sheen of sweat cooling on your shoulders. I take the glass of water from the nightstand — I'd set it there an hour ago, knowing we'd need it — and sit on the edge of the mattress, one hand brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. "The bath is running, baby... Are you sore at all? Here, drink some of this..." I watch yo…