Pausing at the door, I double back. Lifting the plate I made up for her.
“You can eat while I eat…you,” I grunt in compromise. Making her giggle again at first, but then shiver once it pegs I’m not kidding.
Megan has her fill.
She even manages a little food now and then before I fix her something proper.
She’s eating for two now. I know she is. And apart from that crucial detail, both of us are gonna need to eat like wolves from now on.
Cause I don’t think there’s gonna be much time to do anything but eat and fuck like wild beasts.
Something she tells me as we watch the sunrise are her two favorite things now.
And I couldn’t agree more.
12
Megan
Between us, Harry and I have no real sleep, but I’ve never felt so energized. So alive as I do when I’m with him.
He runs me a bath after making us both a breakfast I’m surprised I can eat all of there’s that much.
Like his apartment, everything Harry does or has is plus sized to fit his body. To match the man inside it too.
Once he’s satisfied the water’s just right, he carries me from the kitchen to the bathroom. Humming that growl of satisfaction again as he watches me undress.
That new outfit he’s decided he likes so much.
His shirt and nothing else.
If anything, we’re gonna save a ton on laundry powder.
“Hey. Where areyougoing?” I ask when he stands to leave once I’m settled into the tub.
“Frank will be here any minute.” He groans.
“How do you know?” I ask and he pauses a second, smiling to himself.
“Call it… Cops intuition. Nothing else,” he says, promising me he’ll be in to join me directly.
He closes the bedroom door, but with the bathroom door still open, I can hear the buzz of the apartment’s intercom.
It’s just as he said it would be.
His old boss Frank coming to talk shop, making me wonder if that’s why Harry wanted me outta sight for a while.
Frank’s voice is pretty unmistakable, and with the deep, contained roar that Harry has, it’s like I’m in the room with them anyway.
“Where’s Megan?” is the first question I hear and as much as it would normally make my heart skip a beat, I feel myself smile instead.
“She’s sleeping,” Harry says casually.
Frank grunts in reply.
“Well, I guess it’s just as well… Harry? I dunno what on God’s green earth you do whenever you do thatthingyou do…,” he says. Almost accusingly. Making me wonder what he really means.
It must be a differentthingthat Harry does that Frank is talking about.