chapter seventeen

I enter the kitchen area and stop midway in my tracks . I see harry cooking something on the stove but that's not the main topic ,the scenery ,the reason to everyone's serendipity is him cooking shirtless with bed hair . I force myself to move a few steps and i am face to face with the not-so-familiar muscular torso from yesterday and pants hung dangerously low to elicit dirty thoughts early in the morning before i quashed them down. Harry turns his head up sensing my presence.

"what are you doing?" my voice comes quite breathier than it should have and the question i asked was really stupid since obviously he was cooking us breakfast.

"Pancakes" he answers pouring some batter on the pan . I make my way to the stove and stand near him . He does not look at me but looks over me ,his gaze following every inch of my body. His stare gets back to my face . He picks me up by my hips like i weigh nothing and places me on the kitchentop . He nuges my knees seperate and stand between my t