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Chapter 39 by aroes aroes

What does morning {Saturday} bring?

Early Mourning Playfulness

As the rays of sunshine start to shine through the porthole and land on my body, I find myself awake, and I'm lying next to Harry, his head on my breast (his right ear facing my exposed body). I pause and look out the window to see the first light of pre-dawn. I can only see waves of water, and I can feel the boat as it bounces in the sea, the waves softly splashing against the hull.

I lay there for a few minutes, deciding what to do, placing my hand gently on his head. I manage not to gasp then, as his left hand suddenly moves upward and cupped my breast, giving it a playful squeeze, cupping it even though he was still soundly asleep. I see him smile softly, before moving his hand to my side. I feel his fingers glide down to my hip, holding onto me tightly, We relax like that a bit, though eventually, I start to get up, carefully moving him off me, making sure not to wake him in the process.

I get off the bed slowly, and as I stand up, I feel his hand slap my exposed ass. I let out a playful gasp then, despite myself, looking back, and fortunately find him still soundly asleep. I start looking wildly around the room for my clothes, or at least something to wear. I find my purse, sitting over on a shelf, along with my heels but still no sign of where my tank top or mini skirt may have ended up.

Just as I'm about to do a more intensive search, only to hear Harry start to stir to wakefulness. I freeze in place, deciding how best to act. I could keep looking, but then again with Ashley competing with me for him, it would be better to not be found digging around his cabin when he gets up. Maybe give him something more ... sensual?

Should I keep looking? Go back to the bed? Something else?

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